my last farwell

a tragic tale of life. it just happens

         

                                my last farwell

looking back at life, before i had all this trouble and strife
i thought i was a hot shot, i thought i was cool,
i even thought i ruled the school.

i had been drinking and i got into my car without thinking
when i saw the red my body felt like lead
i couldn't move i couldn't scream, this all had to be a bad bad  dream

i've carried the guilt, the pain, the strife for all of my life
i know i'll be here forever more and i'll never be walking through that door
never to be free and never to see the life i knew before

now i am old and grey and have had to pay with everyday
so as i lay here dying there's no one by my side crying
no one to say it will be okay, no one to say i live to see another day
and as l lay there in my cell there's no one to here my last farwell.