I Pace the floor with nervous energy
my hands are stained crimson
my mind races over scenarios
each ending up with me in prison
a dead body at my feet
I Pace the floor with nervous energy
I couldn't recall who he was
what happened to my memory
these questions bomb bard me
as I try to remember the night before
I Pace the floor with nervous energy
this wasn't a something I could ignore
was it murder or an accident
either way I am in jeopardy
I don't know what to do
I Pace the floor with nervous energy
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