Love Letters & Pistols

I didn't want to shoot him Mrs. Carter. I really didn't, but he drove me to it. I was a good girl, a very good girl. Why did he always tell me that I was bad? Why did he hit me? I just wanted to love him. He was just too bad. As he wrote me that love note trying to apologize for the black eye I had. I stood behind him with a pistol. Maybe he won't be bad where he's going.