I saw her from the corner of my eyes,
She'd been following me around for sometime now,
Started from the front door,
Until now, closed to the rooftop,
Her name was Abby,
She was sixteen, almost seventeen,
She was young and pretty and smart,
She was into music and reading and art,
All she wanted was to ask for forgiveness,
For once she lied to her mama,
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