Song For Rita
Late at night and the bar is empty, only Rita left
and she doesn't want to go just yet.
There was nothing she could say.
So ends another day.
Candles burn, and the tired glass is running low on drink,
and her photo watches Rita think.
She was never in the frame.
Low burns another flame.
There was always
someone, always
someone else.
She was always
there, was always
there as well.
Rita stands, and remembers every dream of staying friends,
thinking friendship never really ends.
There was nothing she could do.
Inside she always knew.
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