your room, still smelling of his shirts the scent of him brings back what hurts Your whole bed room had a story to it like a detective, your the suspect who has to do the time for the crime you commit heart broken as charged, noone could have stopped this little crime your parents thought of running through the door but they just thought, those two kids need time time to experiment when he came out, he was a man while the girl came out, as a whore a win lose situation with the worst ending like a postcard you'd be sending to him, but forget to put the stamp on you completely blew out your mind now your here to pay for your dues with no choice, your fate is at the jury, up to them to choose your future A life behind bars, or a life with a ciggarette and a bad name a life you'd die to get out of before you turn insane