Tick Tock

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Tick Tock
There goes the clock
Which goes round and round
I wake up, in my bed, with a small frown.

I remembered all that happened yesterday.
We had a date and walked away in our separate ways.

We forgot about each other, after a couple of years.
But when we bumped into each other,
the memories came flooding in,

Oh the pain in my chest didn't feel so right,
When I saw you with a girl, holding your hand tight.

We apologised and walked away, from each other.
Our minds overflowing with memories of the other.
Sweating so profusely, we're about to faint.

When you realised, that it was all a fake.

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