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She sits and stares at his picture
Wondering where he's at
It's been twenty-five years now
Since she thought of him like that

She's been reminiscing more lately
Since her husband passed away
Thinking about her high school years
And her boyfriends of that day

She was just a little lonely now
For she's been married most of her life
She met her husband in college
And he soon, made her his wife

She wonders if she should call him
What would he think of her now?
She only dated him for a couple of years
Could he have forgotten her somehow?

She picks up the phone and dials the number
She thinks, "It's funny the things you remember"
For the last time she even talked to him
Was twenty-five years ago in december

A woman answers the telephone
She hangs up in an instant, of course
He calls her back and says it's his daughter
And he tells her about his divorce

They talked for a couple of hours that day
And soon they decided to meet
He sent her a dozen red roses 
And then took her out to eat

"It was almost like high school" she thought
He made her feel so young
But she didn't know how much he'd changed
And that's when the trouble begun

He brought her home around midnight
And asked her to invite him in
She said, "Sure we'll have a nightcap"
So she offered him a glass of gin

He pulls out a knife and grabs her throat
And tells her to shut the door
He didn't know about her twenty year old son
Who was asleep on the second floor

She screams "What are you doing? Let me go!"
As the scream awakens her son
He jumps out of bed and runs downstairs
In his hand, he's holding a gun

He aims and pulls the trigger
They heard only the sound of a thud
He drops the knife and falls to the floor
Where he lays in a puddle of blood

The police were called to their residence
Yellow tape surrounded the door
They told her he was a wanted criminal
For he'd done this twice before

A serial rapist, they told her
"You're very lucky to be alive"
For the other victims weren't so lucky
And neither of them survived

"What was I thinking?", she thought to herself
"I really didn't know him at all"
She closes her high school yearbook
And hates that she ever called
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