The Mistake
driving down the road I seetroubled waters up ahead
even closer now I get
I can feel that awful dread
I glance around to take it in
my past is just around the bend
my pounding heart tells me so
and I pull over to see a friend
I take the flowers from my car
with my tears, I lose the fight
I lay them by the wooden cross
that's been there since that awful night
You trusted me to get you there
I took a drink just one you see
Now I stand here all alone
wishing you were visiting me
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