It is ten thirty, April 30th.
I am DONE with the history book.
Like, all done. No more reading. It's all over.
And I placed at Foreign Language Day yesterday. And Rani wrote.
It is a good day.
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one goodbye
where are we
can you feel that this is ending
did you hear that tear
there's no chance
it can be mended
but i will choose
but i will choose
to lay here bruised
*
it's not enough to leave
on one goodbye
one goodbye
you can't give up and leave
on one goodbye
on one goodbye
*
we were never meant
to take it past
all the pain that turns
to make a last
one goodbye
*
time has flown
we're aware of our position
and all that's known
you can't hear my frail petition
but i will choose
but i will choose
to lay here bruised
*
cause it's not enough to leave
on one goodbye
on one goodbye
you can't give up and leave
on one goodbye
not one goodbye no
*
it's not enough to leave
on one goodbye
on one goodbye
you can't give up and leave
on one goodbye
on one goodbye
*
we were never meant
we were never meant
to make it past
we were never meant
to make it
we had never meant
to make it last
we had never meant
to make it
we had never meant to
*
we had never meant to
make it last
past one goodbye
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