I have sung and cried,
Down the stone cold shiny marble floor.
My heels gave off resounding clicks,
Shoulders slouched,
I walked ever so slowly
like the day had gone.
Words and Actions both alike,
showed me only one thing.
Its never enough.
I thought of J.D. from scrubs; I thought of Van Wilder.
Was I just like them; always fearing what comes next.
It is 22:00, and there's no one in sight;
yet I'm still there; hoping that maybe, oh, just maybe that I'll do it right.
Or I'll sing and cry again.