Let out an everlasting cry -
For now I tell you story, which is mine...
My story of the whiskey lullaby,
And of one love, that oh so early died.
My story stars with a successful lie,
And finishes with girl asking us why.
My story is so meaningful, yeat quite
Deppressing... But the tragedy feels right.
My story shall be short and her demise
Will be described (just slightly out of size).
My story is a common one, I know,
But I can not let my emotions grow.
My story... Of a boy. And of a girl,
Who could have meant to other a whole world...
But boy not lives a perfect little lie,
And girl is stuck in whiskey lullaby.