She will end up to be the one that simply got away
The very last walk in the park.
The very moment of truth in a tragedy
While you sit alone in the dark.
She’ll be the reason you can’t sleep a wink
You get up and pace the floor.
She’ll be the reason you go back to drinking
Then are unable to find the door.
She will be the reason you lose all hope
All sense of who you are.
Let us hope somewhere is your salvation
Somewhere, a shooting star.
Or you face another night alone
Another night in the dark.
Secluded from facing your demons
Just remembering that beautiful park.