Prom: The Tragic Catastrophe

The deafening house music The crowd of colorful suits and gowns And the shifting colorful lights Trapped me in the ballroom The tasty sophisticated food The elegant decorations And the freaking mandatory cotillion Didn't stop me from screwing up I should've been more social I should've treated my date better And I should've enjoyed the evening But my fear and doubt won over me

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