Rock solid on the ground she lay
Can't think of anything to say
There above her he stands
Wiping off his bloody hands
Drags her body to his car
Doesn't travel very far
Stops the car and throws her out
New guilt to think about
Lays in bed but he can't sleep
His mind a hill very steep
Why'd he do it?
In his mind his thoughts sit
He couldn't sleep at all last night
His guilty conscious he had to fight.