Shooting Star (Wasted Talent at the Bar)
What do I know? Nothing. Too bad.
I think I'll blow my brains out
Down by the river landing.
Before, I tried wishing upon a star.
I didn't realize how the lights caused pains.
And though one knew, I thought, "Too bad,
I'll die a glorious death just like a shooting star."
I was a wasted talent at the bar.
My life was consumed by a shot glass
Full of Jack Daniels.
When that was through, everything was so empty,
And all my lights on the magical star dimmed
And burned away.
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