Such a tortured soul, Always feeling sorry For yourself. You think you are The only one to feel The pain of loss?
I lost my mind when I lost my friend. I lost the time When I did the crime.
I don't pitty myself For what I have done. It was an act of Selfishness that Made me come Undone.
I said I was sorry, as I watched the Tears form in your Eyes. You pushed me Aside, and you Had your own Gun.
That was then, And this is now. I sit in my small Cell, and stare At my new life. I'm sorry wasn't Good enough, You should have taken It at that.
The single shot fired Took your life, Then it took mine.