Rapunzel, Rapunzel, Dead at the Scene

“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.