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if you were a teacher i would fail your class
take it over and over ‘til you noticed me
Raj watches Bernadette walk down the aisle. He is softly smiling, looking to Howard as he stares at her in awe. Everyone is in awe, but be can’t help but feel empty. His smile is a facade for the nausea building in his stomach.
if you were a waiting room i would never see a doctor
i would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed
The priest speaks. It sounds like mumbling in Raj’s mind. He can’t focus on anything, he cannot object. Vows are spoken, in sweet, soft, weepy tones. As tears form in everyone’s eyes, his are masked by the front of happiness for his best friend, gratefulness that he is getting a happy ending.
i wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down
i wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery
and i can wish all that i want
but it won’t bring us together
plus, i know whatever happens to me,
i know it’s for the better
Raj doesn’t slink back in his chair, he doesn’t look down or even frown. He claps along as they share their first kiss of marriage. Everything is set in stone now, nothing he could say would change it. He knows it’s for the better.