The bittersweet tear, drops down her face.
I see her sweet lips fade, what have I done.
What did I do, my mind does race.
How did this happen, we were just having fun.
Was I drunk, did we fight, those facts are not remembered.
The knife in my hand is coated with blood.
I am going mad, my soul is being dismembered.
Straight through my mind, the guilt does flood.
Live or die, it is my choice.
I must face the truth, that much I can reckon.
In my ears, still rings her voice.
I will not die, But I'll pay the price.
In solitude, I'll live in fear.
So what brought me here, to this cell, like ice.
Memory of her tear.