I sit deep in thought,
About how those doors close,
About all that I was taught,
And how she’s holding a rose.
Finally I rose to hear the news,
Dad comes in the room,
To tell me that a door will close,
And she has met her doom.
The ultimate feelings of despair,
I begin to sit and think,
And start to tear out my hair,
I can no longer blink.
It’s not fair,
Seeing her there,
Nothing but a glare,
I can’t help but stare.
