My murder was a mystery
No one knew where I had been
I needed more and I found it all
Dripping down her face as tears
I’ve had everything I’ve wanted and yet that’s not enough
I’ve had drugs, women, fun and stared at clouds in the sun
I’ve seen pain, I’ve seen fear, been in cars where men had guns
I’ve been everything to some and nothing much for the other ones
Never hungry never ill, always pleasure for a thrill
I’ve had everything I’ve wanted and yet that’s not enough
Never cared what was wrong, didn’t care to do what’s right
Always living for myself, and yet that’s not enough
Her father’s hands grabbed me by the throat
“I want you to burn like she hurt”
We fell onto the floor where I had taken her
As he beat me to a pulp I could only ask for more