Life In Vain - Trois Par Huit
Tragedy
Taken too soon from me
The smell of liquor hangs in the air
He left the neighborhood bar far too drunk to care
She was on her way home from the arts and crafts fair
He comes out, of course, feeling no pain
She will not love again
Life in vain
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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