I’m sitting on that bench, waiting on that six o'clock train, knowing it will never come

I’m thinking back to all the good times, the long lost memories, the things I wished we could have shared

I’m feeling the regret. The pain’s building up, high enough to be a skyscraper

I’m an open book, I’ll tell you anything you want to know

I’ve had a good life, but the goodness left so easily

My clock is ticking away, faster and faster

The memories left are fading away

I wanna hide myself, from the glaring looks, to the sympathetic stares

I’m sitting on that bench, my hope will not come back

The only train that shows, the one that’s going down

My Skyscraper is falling, crumbling in pieces

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