Once upon a Monday night, winter loose her breaking dawn
An evening fog blurs the sight, a thin ice sheet garnished the ground
The end of his day was a curse, he needs some time to relieve his pain
He’ll be at home too late
Sorry son it’s not the fate
He’ll be at home too late
Now he’s dead
Glass after glass his body’s light, intoxication as medicines
Slowly his brain has lost the fight, certainly as easy as it seems
Get one more just to be sure, his little boy can wait again
He’ll be home at too late
Sorry son it’s not the fate
He left you alone, as a monster
For every nights and days
Making your life a disaster
I’m sure you’re crying today
The doors are closed now it is time to be at home where someone waits
Keys in the pockets he’s now fine to get on the car confidence will rest
Driving too far, driving too fast, the first sharp bend has closed the bet
He’ll be at home too late
Sorry son it’s not the fate
He left you alone, as a monster
For every nights and days
Making your life a disaster
I’m sure you’re crying today
Little boy will hate the morning light
Not a day will help him smile to life
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