The doom of me

I’m reminded by the sounds of the raindrops
As they drop like bullets on the rooftops
It only seems like yesterday when I first saw her in her flipflops
And she seemed graceful like an eagle on the hilltops

She is the kind of lady that any man would choose
I’m not really sure but it must have been the booze
Like it’s done to a thousand other men, it made my mouth loose
And now, here I am, my neck in a noose

If only I had seen the future, I would have stayed shy
And now at the end, I can only sigh
With the rope around my neck like a ugly tie
If this is a game, bring me down from this high

Over the books, my friend did I pour
Thinking I was too smart to be caught by the law
Probably now, my story would be told in a lore
To some little child being made to do his chore