You've got rope burns on your hands.
Yet, you refuse to let go.
You'll die before you release me.
I am all you know.

Am I in your heart alone?
Or under your skin and in your bones?
Do you still feel me there?
For you've made this my home.

Do you have thoughts of me
As you try to sleep at night?
Have I infiltrated your dreams?
Do you long for me tonight?

Am I now the air you breathe?
What keeps you lingering, clinging?
Do you blame me for the burns?
Call it the siren's singing?

You long to be in control.
I only hope that you can cope.
Because if you are still here...
Who really holds the rope?