I saw him sitting at the end of the bar.
Sipping on his last drink, he is probably wondering how we are.
I saw him writing a letter, I bet that it's for me.
Thank God, he set me free.
I'm looking through the window, but he can't see me.
I know that he's been there all night.
I was with my friend named Lee.
He hasn't changed, like he told me.
This is him...
And if I'm not happy, swallow it up, with a glass of gin.
I guess he was right..
Thank God I'm not sleeping with him tonight.
His father was the same way
He did the same thing every day.
Sometimes, I miss him..
But I never would go back to that again.
I hope one day, he turns his life around.
I don't want to find him dead, talk goes fast in this town.
I always loved him..
But I never would let myself go through this again.
©terrylin53
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