You bitch I will not stand for this. Fuck you!
Forsake me one last time, won't you, you bitch?
For I will kill you once you see, or don't.
It does not matter what you say, you cunt.
I cleave you as you cleaved my heart that night.
That walk was sure to end our days of love.
Through heartache or morgue date, I did not know.
'Til now with your blood on my hands and clothes.
I sealed our fate that night, that final stroll.
Down Boathouse Row, away you go, farewell.
Do not tell Clyde about this night or else.