This is the story of a man 
Who took for granted everything he had 
How he let it all just slip away 
Never to return again 

Now 20 years [bad word] and gone 
And still he wonders what he did so wrong 
And how that he can win back her heart 
And finally step outside of the dark 

He buys fresh roses every day 
Her favorite flowers, so she used to say 
And now the memories are all that he has left 
And? to drink himself to death 
 [bad word]  
This is the story of a man(This is the story of a man) 
Who took for granted everything he had(everything he had) 
How he let it all just slip away(he let it slip away) 
Never to return again(to return again) 

It´s clear she´s moved on long ago 
And he still clings on to a distant hope 
That [bad word] back and make her happy home /unsure 
For now it´s him and the bottle all alone 

Sometimes you´ll see him in the yard 
wounded man with a desperate heart 
He keeps the hedges trimmed nice and neat 
But keeps them lower than they used to be 
 [bad word] 

The single dress hangs on it's own 
The scent of perfume of he has to hold /unsure 
wasted life waiting on a dream 
Hoping for things the way they used to be