And you must stand and face the tale to tell
Who would think that you would take the life of one you loved
So well?
And no-one else could see your point of view
To one and one has always been the answer two, or so I'm
Told
How does it feel, knowing you're guilty?
How does it feel, to be all on your own?
With a crime of passion
A game of love and hate, but it's too late
There's no compassion
It's just a tug of war, that's lost before it's begun.
It's never won
It's a crime, it's a crime