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