Of All the Friends I'Ve Lost I'Ve Hated You the Most

Irony it seems That the killer went free He admitted his guilt But still he went free The dried blood was under his nails His fingerprints on the weapon His face in the photo But still he went free His motives were obvious His poison was jealousy And he had drank his fill But still he went free He never lost composure though Even as he slowly slit her throat He even stared coldly into her crying eyes But still he went free Perhaps the reason the killer went free Perhaps the reason is that jury was me Perhaps the reason that jury said free Perhaps the reason is that killer was me