Bright lights flash around him,
As he stares down the street.
He tells himself,
That he shouldn't have let her leave.

It should have been some other teen,
In some other car.
It should have been some other drunk,
From some other bar.

And now his love lay on the ground,
Bleeding from the head.
Never knowing, sometime soon,
She'd be dead.

A tear slipped down her cheek,
As she heard the angels above.
And she whispered in the silence,
"Goodbye, my one lost love."

 
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