he head holds a secret, only he knows what it is, where'd he hide the body, did he even kill, was it against his will, his smile tells a story, he's made history, does he even care, he continues to look at us, while sitting in the chair, we ask him questions, all he does is stare, ocassionally he giggle, his leg jiggles, only six hours to go, will we still be clueless, is this guy heartless, the hours count down, our hopeful faces turn into a frown, we show him pictures of the scene, we're done playing nice, time to be mean, he leaves, him we'll never forget, he left with his secret,