The prosecution rests,
With convincing evidence.
It seems I’ve been deceived.
So now I stand alone and wait for the first stone,
To be cast upon me.
My verdict has come in,
It says I’m guilty for my sins this time.
I thought I could escape,
But then I finally felt the weight
Of my crimes.
It’s passion, it’s not love,
Infatuation never ends up right.
At least I won’t be alone tonight.