Round and round the rope goes,
Wrapping itself around my hands and feet,
Twisting round my waist
Pulling tighter and tighter,
I can hardly breathe,
I can hardly think,
The rope twines around my brain Scratching through my senses
Corrupting my conscience
Polluting my mind.
I don’t know this is happening
I’m carrying on my twisted little life Unaware, wondering why
A girl like me can be so demoralised
By the harmless life I lead
Infecting and polluting the people
Who I want, infecting people with my desires,
Unaware, wondering why
The people around me are getting so angry
So upset, so distorted.

Now I know I’m the corrupter,
The bonds that grip me so tightly
suffocate the nearest people
The people that I want.
Making them aware of every little twist of rope,
Every lose fibre of the bonds
That hold us together,
The corruption tightens around them
And messes with their minds, makes them confused
Makes them cut the cords and break away In search of someone with a kinder bond.