edit8 She’s waiting for another train
She’s given it a share of chances
Into another country again
No tears for the lies he told
No letter on the bedroom chair
No message written on the mirror
Leave it looking like she’s never been there
With nothing left for her to hold
She always steps forward
She never looks back
She leaves while she can with her dreams still intact
Her sadness below her and hope high above
With her heart in her hand she steps out

Pretty music on the radio
She’s looking down another highway
No tears when the time comes to go
No memories to cloud her sky
She always steps forward she never looks back
She leaves while she can with her dreams still intact
Her sadness below her and hope high above
With her heart in her hand she steps out

Story of my life!

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