The girl sits their waiting
She had waited a long time for tonight
Waiting, putting all of her energy in
But she sat there with her flowers
The flowers she got because it was her last game
She wasn't good enough to play
Although she wanted to, really badly
On the brink of tears, she hears the final whistle.
Going home, this wasn't her win.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:51 AM UTC
The girl sits their waiting
She had waited a long time for tonight
Waiting, putting all of her energy in
But she sat there with her flowers
The flowers she got because it was her last game
She wasn't good enough to play
Although she wanted to, really badly
On the brink of tears, she hears the final whistle.
Going home, this wasn't her win.
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