It's A Long Trip Alone is playing from the radio
She knows what she needs to do...

No, it couldn't be.
How could it of happened...

Sitting here killing time
waiting for the class to end...

Writing to you my love
these feelings are so true...

I'm going to hell
All curled up in a hand basket...

Laughing and singing
all now a thing of the past...

I am happy
to put it simply...

Blood drips off of the knife,
as the man holds it at his waist...

Maybe if you would understand.
I wouldn't be crying myself to sleep at night...

I'm more then just some pretty face,
more then just some body to caress...

Welcome to my hell,
he said with a smile...

Even though my tears
are making your chest all wet...