One moment took
two hearts, and tore them both apart.
Three days brought a river of tears.
Four weeks turned to months
which turned into years.
Five minutes of catching up
when they pass on the street.
Six long years later,
again they wil meet.
Seven days later, a courtesy call.
Eight minutes to talk,
they'll regret it all.
Nine more years, numb to the pain.
Ten years later, a funeral in the rain.
Eleven years she'll have to cry.
Twelve years later, alone, she'll die.
So here we go, 1, 2, 3..
this is the end of you and me.
 
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