I walked through the halls, trying to keep my step
Just look forward, with no regret
You speak to me, the words blur together,
Every word as soft as a feather.
I can’t make out what you are saying,
My mind’s in a whirl, and my body is swaying.
That one moment, is forever replaying.

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