Nod your head and place your clasped palms between your
thighs,
You can decide to breathe hard,
But the lump inside your heart will not just melt away.
You can feel like vomiting,
A neuseatic feeling running up and down the highway of your
throat,
You can feel like dying,
The belly of the earth to crack and swallow you,
But the lump inside your heart will not just melt away.
You can decide to run away,
To stop waiting and pretend you have given up,
You can decide to wear a plastic smile,
And even afford a dry laugh,
But the lump inside your heart will not just melt away.
You can try thinking of other things,
Send your mind on a faraway land,
But the thoughts of the news will come rushing back,
And the lamp inside your heart will grow colder.
When the bearer of the news will appear,
The lamp inside your heart will do a hundred-meter race,
Your eyes will try to look up, down, East, West and finally
nowhere at all,
Only your ears will pick the first sentence:
It is over between us,
Sorry, you have failed the interview,
And the winner is…. (Insert another contestant’s name),
We lost him,
You are fired,
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