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.