You've got blood on your hands
I don't think they are yours because there's a body on the ground
Lying an inch away from where you now stand
That must be the poor John doe

Smitten and broken at the same time
What has he done what are his crimes?
He must have ****** the gods off to deserve such a life
Oh poor John doe

I blame you for this unfortunate incident
Why smell when you knew you were not interested
Ye wicked tree why extend a branch to help when you had no strength
I feel so sorry for John Doe

He knew you were so far yet he reached and took a leap of faith
He placed his bet on luck which ran out the middle of the way
He gave it all he got which was his all but you still didn't reciprocate
Now he's got nothing left oh poor John Doe