You stand in room all alone, paper in hand
You think and think and think, what Went wrong?
Whats there to think about, the train set sail, the decision is made
Someone is in tears, and its all you fault
You didn't have to, she could have worked harder; you think to yourself
No my decision is final, and that's that
Thursday, May 8, 2008
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