In the Mind of Her Murderer

What I've done still haunts me,

everyday and every night.

What drives a man to do this,

the world may never know.

Red lips parted in her scream,

the blood shed in the floor light.

The blade gripped tight in my hand,

and I ask myself why.

Why did she treat me that way?

Why am I treating her this?

All the money has been burned,

its all she ever wanted.

Cheated me, mistreated me,

played me for the fool I am.

This is the game she chose, yes,

ending differently than thought.

Bang! went the gun that shot me

in her attempts to get away.

I was too good to her, oh.

Her plan was thought through too well.

Criminal mastermind, yes.

But lover? Oh no, no, no.

Sitting here in orange jumpsuits,

I feel nothing but grief.

She might not have felt real love, no,

but its all I felt for her.

Maybe that's why I killed her.

Maybe it was another reason.

I just hope she is safe now,

somewhere she cannot be hurt,

somewhere she cannot hurt else.

Maybe, just maybe I hope,

That final place is her grave.