By the time I get there


By the time I get to the school

will she still be waiting?

How can I not look like a fool

like I’m the one who’s not relating?

 

By the time I get her to the theater

She might be angry

If I don’t have a special gift for her

being late would be too bad for me

 

By the time we take that little walk

like walking hand-in-hand in the park

Will it be too late to talk?

Can I do it before it gets too dark?

 

By the time I get to see the doctor

Will I still feel the pain?

Will I feel sorry that I ever mocked her

as my life falls down like rain

 

By the time I get there

will she care?

Should she care?

 

I still care

Will life be fair

by the time I get there?

 

 

 

 

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