THE REGRET
He killed her, his inebriation did.
Whiskey was her mercenary;
the curve on the road it had hid.
So now her voice is all that remains in his head,
His hate did grow for whiskey and wine,
And thus, forever,he'll walk in a straight line.
He killed her, his inebriation did.
Whiskey was her mercenary;
the curve on the road it had hid.
So now her voice is all that remains in his head,
His hate did grow for whiskey and wine,
And thus, forever,he'll walk in a straight line.