Justice over Morality

I know I wished him dead But to hope for justice is not a crime And for you to bank on my morality to tell you right from wrong, Is like betting your life against the odds When you have none And everyone heard you crying at prom; What a pity party And I’m not sorry you feel sorry cause the prom dress doesn’t fall far from the tree You killed them all with evil glares And dumped their bodies at the quarry And I’m not sorry you’re not sorry For you to bank on my morality Tells me even your narcissisms getting sloppy And you betting things you don’t have Tells me you’re a carbon copy The prom dress doesn’t fall far from the tree And I remember all the things I said I hope happens to him You should know by now I choose justice over morality every time Just because you feel sorry doesn’t mean I do Wanting to see fear in his eyes is called justice, not a crime