The moment that I met you, I thought you were the one
As the days turned into weeks, I knew that I was wrong
Because of all our good times I thought that things would change
And as the weeks turned into months, I started to feel strange
Like I become addicted, to all the good and bad
Started to agree with all the nasty things you said, the thing that make me sad
One way to describe it, is like I'm in a car
Even though I know it's going to crash, I'm hoping we'll go far
But I've danced this dance for far too long, it's time to take a bow
I've realised I'm worth so much more, starting from right now
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11.59. Even though the glass had shattered, Lorna could still see that her watch ticked over. One minute until midnight. Her watch was the only thing she had that she could carry. The only thing to remember her parents by. A birthday present from last year, the year she turned seventeen.
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