You murdered me

You screwed your whore over

You waste everything in your path

 

But, you had a piece of Candi

As the baby in your whore was being made

 

Oh the mess you make

When you eat every stake

 

Candi had a husband

But, your baby momma left you

Abandonment left you climbing high

upon a gorge border

You guided John Castrogiovanni out there to the ledge

And yet another cause of death unknown

 

Two weeks later, you move in

To your knew victim's home

Her tears a weeping from her guilt

The deception of suicide laced over Dwight Paul Harris, Jr.'s splendid murdering soul

A boldness like no other

 

You believe that no one will believe that you'd lay in Candi's husband's sweaty old bed, right after you dumped him over the gorge

 

Drove his mustang too

Oh lucky you

 

I wanted to drive my own car

But, you stopped that, too.

 

 

Oh brave, you.

NOT

To be truly brave, you would brave your mistakes and know that you are to blame

No one else was to pay

 

But, you wouldn't have it that way.