In Search Of My Rose

I found you crying outside on the wall of Devil's Well...

A hangman's knot around your foot and praying for the spell

to be shattered. May I be the one to rip those shackles clean away

and lead you to a place where loneliness is tackled with a kiss?

A kiss that has no ropes, no strings, and no obligations.

I don't owe you; be quite sure that you don't owe me.