The knife was found only steps away
I saw the blue in his hair shining in the mud
His skin was so white and drained of every last blood cell
And my stilettos sunk deep in the soil where he fell

I killed you
Before you killed me

Now I could do with him as I please
As I did with his whore
And from behind a tree
I could see my name carved in his knife
Now his blood is on my hands
Now I have the last say
Which one of us
Has suffered most this way?

I killed you
Before you killed me

Now where's your whore?

I killed you
His blood on my hands