Down the hall, I heard the news;
My words left you to sing the blues.
Down the hall, I heard you cry,
“Why would she do that…why? ”
Down the hall, I heard it all:
“This just isn’t like her at all.”
Down the hall, I heard you say
Just how much you hated me today.
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