I slam the door, and put on the beat
Breathing and watching my feet
Stepping out pretending a new leaf
merely to rekindle my squelched grief
Came the bus, I caught that front seat
Refuge followed the breezing beat
Choked with fear I still did try
to coerce that tear to dry
So if you thought I wouldn't cry
I thought so too
If you thought I would be strong
I fought fine to get through
You stood by me I know,
But 'twas me who faced destiny's blow.
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