Five seconds that's all it took.

Five seconds of rage, lost head.

When I pushed and shoved and he struck

his skull on the bench, now he's dead.

 

Five seconds equals fourteen years clink

at least, before I see the light of day.

He got everything from me and to think

he threw it in my face and gave it all away.

 

I found an ear ring and a note

from that bitch, that whore

but he laughed and sniggered a joke.

"Some guy put 'em there, honest!" he swore.

 

Sitting here now in this stinking cell

I think back over and over again,

look in the mirror and tell

myself. Why didn't I count to ten?

 

I didn't mean to hurt him, I loved him.

Even after all the things he'd done

I only wanted to show him

up. But now he's gone.