8 A.M. Your train is leaving.
All of my plans are pulling away.
I cut myself to see if I am dreaming.
Is this how it ends? Right here, today?
Please stay. Stay. Please stay.
8 A.M. Your train is leaving.
I wish I'd found the right words to say.
I wonder if I've been misleading.
Or maybe this is the price I pay.
You're gone. (And now I gotta
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