How Does It Feel to Be a ***?

How does it feel to hold a life in your hands? Knowing that with a sharp tongue, you could end it all, and with a last incoherent sentence, the life was no more.
Would you believe how hard she tried, would you believe how much he lied, could you believe if it was the other way around?
Just how does it feel, to know that, ,that life is in your hands, you're in charge.
Those words, yeah, they hurt.
You held that life in your hands, and with a sharp tongue and one last incoherent sentence, they died, gone, now they're gone.
So, tell me, how's it feel to be a murder?