My plane leaves in a hour

You didn’t even call... I told on Monday how I’d only had a couple days till I was gone. But that wasn’t enough for you I’d have to be dying in order for you to call Little do you know I am, it’s why I must leave this place that is killing me slowly. But I still have hope A dream You’ll be standing there at the end of the aisle right before I board. I will drop my bags and run as fast as I can into you You’ll be the excuse I’ve been looking for to stay But the reality is You’re the excuse that makes me have to leave.

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