Your friends are suspicious of everything – takeaway boxes, chipped polish, peeling wallpaper, attics. And me, they’re suspicious like they’ve seen too many Scream movies and know the killer’s someone they know.
And yes I have a motive and I’m unexpected and none of my actions are scrutinised really so I could get away with anything.
But they don’t know what I’d do for you, what I’ve done, and what I’ll keep doing if you let me, choose me, don’t choose him.
I am the king of nothing; Robin Williams.