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Jay Bazzinotti

Drama


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Jay Bazzinotti

Drama


Bar Fight

Bar Fight

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He should have said I'm sorry.

I should have walked away.

I killed a man this evening

And I'll never be the same


Did he think about his error?

Did he think about his wife?

Did she feel his pain from far away

As I twisted in the knife?


I can't escape his beery breath,

I can't wash off his blood.

I can’t forget his gasping death

As he slipped down to the mud


I hear my running footsteps,

feel the pounding in my head;

I see the flashing sirens

I should be who's dead.


My life was rosy yesterday;

My problems then now small.

My life is something different now

A stranger's after all.


I think about the trial,

I think about the chair.

I think about the needle

And what's waiting for me there.


He should have said I'm sorry

I should have walked away.

I killed a man this evening

And I'll never be the same.



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