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Why


Sitting alone in the classroom
Why is she always the last one?
Everyone's outside enjoying their life
Why is she always the last one?
The lights are turned off and the music disappeared
Why is she always the last one?
But when trouble comes
Why is she always the first one?
Yet the teacher scolds the students
Why is she always the first one?
The others are spreading rumors
Why is she always the first one?
Feeling like her body is too heavy
Why is this happening to her?
Her thoughts breaking down her emotions
Why is this happening to her?
She sits back in her seat,
Is this the end?
 
A boy slams the door open
Why is he shouting?
"You may think you're the first or the last, and that you're alone when all this happens, but in my heart you were the first and the last to make love happen in my life!" 
He stands in front of her, holding out his hand.
Why...
"Let this end start a new beginning." He smiles as she stands and takes his hand, replying with a grin, 
"Why not?"

 

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