Bad Luck

In dark night, in black alley
She walked alone, her name was Sally
A pretty girl from high-school
She never came back home.

Don’t be so sure you won’t do something
You will regret all your life.
So don’t so sure that it won’t touch you.

Victims and murders
Sometimes just bad luck
Corpses and coffins
It ends up the same
Victims and murders
Sometimes just bad luck
Roses on your grave

He waited her in the shadow of the tree
She never saw him even he was near
He didn’t want to kill her
But she fell dead on the ground