he murdered me
I am 21 years old.
I lay here with my body cold
I always gave him the best of me.
Begging for his love on my knee.
I never listened to nobody's advice.
Only to my husbands lies.
He told me that he loved me.
Beating me till I could no longer see.
One day he took me by surprise.
Now everyone around me cries.
It's to late to see he was not the right guy.
It's to late to tell all my loved ones goodbye.
Now I'm in a place where he can't touch me.
In a box called a coffin, only I see..
While you stay and rot behind in jail..
God came and took me away from your hell.