THE TRAIN TRACKS KEEP MAKING THAT DAMN CLICKING SOUND, AS THE METAL WHEELS KEEP GOING ON THE THOSE METAL BARS, AS IT SCREECHES ITS HORN. I CAN'T THINK STRAIGHT. YOUR LOVE CAME AT ME LIKE A COMMERCIAL TRAIN. ALL YOU CAN HEAR AT NIGHT IS THE HORN BLARING ALONG WITH YOUR VOICE FADING AWAY SAYING, "I love you", AND ALL I CAN DO IS SCREAM MY HEAD OFF TRYING TO UTTER THE WORDS, "stop the train, stop your love from hurting me again".
