Standing there, waiting in a huge and long line,
Wondering why you just couldn't be mine,
Why isn't there a clue, a gesture, or even a sign?
Still waiting there in the long and endless line,
The clock just struck at nine,
I sigh lightly, then look up at the bright sky,
Wondering why i just had to lie.
I didn't even get a small chance to say my goodbye,
I didn't even know a year ago, that this day was going to be the day that you were going to die.