Well isn't this a surprise
In a bar where all hope dies
          A girl
                        with silver in her hair
                         so sweet and fair
         Once
                         I knew her

Bold yet sweet
she would always greet

                        The o so lonely me.

How I miss those simple times
                        thoughts
                        fe­elings
                        songs
                        lies­

Unremembered, still not less nice.