A bus and road, always been very cooperative.
but now I hate them, since I could picture memories
The sweet-everyday-goodbye and all, was there on Wednesday.
I got on a bus to my West town.
But the road has managed to slow the bus down.
Then the storm came toward me, it was raining on me.
Along the road, in the bus.
They were mocking me. I knew it.
They wanted me to get off, to go back by another bus.
Another bus that says "Far far away to the East part!"
But why should I?
I'd rather cope up with the pain, than go unnoticed.
So there I was, rain on me in a bus along the road.
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