Epitaph

Her close friends have gathered Lord, ain't it a shame? Grieving together Sharing the blame But when she was dying Lord, we let her down There's no use cryin' It can't help her now The party's all over Drink up and go home It's too late to love her And leave her alone Just say she was someone Lord, so far from home Whose life was so lonesome She died all alone Who dreamed pretty dreams That never came true Lord, why was she born So black and blue? Oh, why was she born So black and blue?