Rosaline,
Where have you been?
Lost in yourself
For a week now.

Rosaline,
Drinkin’, up all your gin
At the bar,
Drowning in you sorrows.

You are down and out,
No hope for a tomorrow.

Where are you my friend,
Roaming town again?
Take you head
Out of the gallows.

After school again,
You’re running to win,
In a race
No one’s ever cared to start

You’re down and out,
No hope for a tomorrow.
Never getting out
Of the gutter

Drowning in your tears,
Lost in forgotten years.
Dreams of another day,
Hope in another way.
Just try to save yourself,
Today.

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