Like going to the store only to find
They closed an hour ago; the doors are locked.
It rattles your cage and addles your mind,
Why didn't you stop to look at the clock?
Like the perfect dress, but not the right size,
They have larger and smaller, but not yours.
It frustrates you, even crosses your eyes,
Til you wonder what you went shopping for.
Like going to work to find that you're off
And didn't even need to go at all.
Like having no Halls when you have a cough,
It can leave you wanting to climb the wall.
Sometimes in life it's too little, too late,
I guess that's what it is -- this thing called fate.
They closed an hour ago; the doors are locked.
It rattles your cage and addles your mind,
Why didn't you stop to look at the clock?
Like the perfect dress, but not the right size,
They have larger and smaller, but not yours.
It frustrates you, even crosses your eyes,
Til you wonder what you went shopping for.
Like going to work to find that you're off
And didn't even need to go at all.
Like having no Halls when you have a cough,
It can leave you wanting to climb the wall.
Sometimes in life it's too little, too late,
I guess that's what it is -- this thing called fate.
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