maybe the sun will never come up tomorrow
maybe I will see rain fall down on me
the clock is ticking fast my heart is racing
as my pencil kisses the page I grow nervous
maybe the sun will come up tomorrow
maybe rain won't fall on me
but the clock is still ticking
and my heart is still racing
the bell has rung as I put up my chair up
I wonder why I say maybe when I can say what if.
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