I've let you down so many times.
The choices I've made have all turned out wrong.
They say you learn from your mistakes.
And I have,
I am wonderful at making them.
Show me the way to change this misfortune.
I beg for an answer but there seems to be none.
What if my fingers, to cut off and give you
Would gain my redemption, I'd cut off my hand.
I offer this plea.
I ask for no pity.
But I fear, if you are my jury,
Then I'm already damned.
Julie -May 17, 1997