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LPOV
Okay, another bad thing about my life I will never get a boyfriend in this dump. This is because of two reasons. Firstly because Chavs are what boys look for and I am not one of them. I 'm into rock music, so...yeah. Secondly well the boys in this place are all not my type. I hope you understand that.
I walked up to my locker and put in the combanation and began to open the door. Shit! The doors jammed again. I looked at the clock. Oh god! I gonna be late! I pulled as hard I could.
"Do you need help with that?" said a voice behind me. I turned round a boy stood there who had slightly long black hair."Erm...okay, thanks," I replied.
He walked up to my locked and gave it a pull and swung open. "Thanks, your a life saver," I said.
"No problem, I Gerard I'm new here," he said "I Laura," I said with a smile. "So Laura, do you have music next with Mr Jones?" Gerard asked. "Yeh, I do if we hurry then we'll make it in time," I replied. He nodded and we headed to the music rooms. There was something about him that made my heart warm up. He must be the Guardian angel I wanted...

When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it

And my momma swore that
She would never let herself forget
And that was the day that I promised
I'd never sing of love
If it does not exist

But darling,
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

Maybe I know, somewhere
Deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone
Keep a straight face

And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now
I had sworn to myself that I'm
Content with loneliness

Because none of it was ever worth the risk

Well, You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

I've got a tight grip on reality
But I can't
Let go of what's in front of me here
I know you're leaving
In the morning, when you wake up
Leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

Ohh---

You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception
You, are, the only exception

And I'm on my way to believing
Oh, And I'm on my way to believing