It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
When I pass New Rochelle
I almost felt as if the train slows down
Just to let me know
“I’m leaving you again.”
You’re leaving me again.
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It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth
When I pass New Rochelle
I almost felt as if the train slows down
Just to let me know
“I’m leaving you again.”
You’re leaving me again.
having romantic feelings towards the face of a bullet train
and knowing the look on my father’s face when the police officers arrived
is a live hell not even death could take away.