“Rapunzel, Rapunzel, look at your hair!”
The detective screamed in terror and despair
Looking at her sight, the gleam in her eyes
Showing the fright of the something despised
Against her lifeless bones.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, look at you now.
A bloody mess, as if a fallen crown.
In the eyes of fame and high society
Your end came lame, your life now tragedy
Now broadcasted as a wasted soul.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, you knew he was bad news.
Ex-con, ex-theft, chased by endless feuds.
He lies beside you, but is he the cause?
What is true, where is the pause?
You both lie with bullets in your skulls
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, you had just escaped
You finally were free from such a place
From a mother of wicked plans
From the brother of the devil and evil scams
Was this your decision after all?
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, we figured it out
You told him you wanted to take that route
A double suicide next to a prince of thieves
A couple harmonized by the end of all things
He really did stay with you to the end.
Rapunzel, Rapunzel, what made you do it?
What made your mind really loose it?
Was it the overwhelming fame or his past lives?
Was it his scandals of shame or your own strife?
No note, no reason, just another dead social trend.