Walking
on the other side of nowhere
and waiting
for my train to come
to take
me far away from here.
I've
spent all of my life to get here
but now
I've changed my mind.
All I
want is to go back home again.
One time isn't always "always",
but two times make it more
and the third time makes it one more day alone.
I left from
all of my loved ones,
my
family, friends and Jane
for this
world and I regret it every day.
My train
doesn't seem to be coming.
Well,
this is all my own damn fault.
Guess I'm going
to be stuck here for all my days.
One time isn't always "always",
but two times make it more,
and the third time makes it one more day alone.
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