All this time I thought he was the villain,

but as I watched the blood drip from my fingertips,

I realized it was all a matter of perspective.

Broken leg and lying in a pool of blood,

You asked me for mercy,

Something I didn't have.

Dragging you to my car,

Cleaning the blood and leaving no traces,

I'm not fazed, not one bit.

The cops don’t know,

I bet they’ll never know

That it was little ol’ me that took your fragile life.