She said I had it coming
That one day she'd be gone
She said she wasn't kidding
She was tired of being done wrong
I guess it's for real, I guess she didn't pretend
Sometimes it's a beginning, sometimes it's an end
He pounded on the keyboard
As he screamed out his reply
He won’t let his ox be gored
He won't sit back and cry
Self-satisfied with his hate as he hits “send”
Sometimes its a beginning, sometimes its an end
When you make it to the top
Take a good long look around
It’s only a temporary stop
Your only next move is down
Willows obscure what’s around the bend
Sometimes its a beginning, sometimes its an end
Seeking for a chance at fame
She proudly joined the protest
There she is in the camera’s frame
To fame she is indeed closest
What does front page above the fold portend?
Sometimes its a beginning, sometimes its an end
The freed id seeking for satisfaction
Can leave a maelstrom in its wake
Against it the ego can’t get traction
At least usually not until it’s too late
Apologies may or may not be your friend
Sometimes it’s a beginning, sometimes its an end
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