Honey Eyes

What do you want me to tell you? Well yes, if I kill her, I'm not a murderer, the killers kill for resentment, I kill for passion, I killed her so that no one would hurt him again, I did not hate her I loved her and love makes us commit crazy things for the person we love , if you want to blame me or try to be crazy for the simple fact that she did not suffer again, because I plead guilty to having loved those eyes honey and that hair that danced with the wind. I Kill for love, not for hate, just for love and that's why I'm not crazy I'm just in love.