Well, I forgot today/Couldn’t forget the day
You landed in my way, like a hole at the busiest turn.
I tried to avoid, tried to maintain, but that ain’t me/
That ain’t me with eyes held high, feet a-churn/
No, you know I crumbled like a brick of chalk on the board/
You planned your move and I relaxed to move on, but
That’s not how a story’s supposed to happen.
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