Nur Leben ::: Twelve ::: Bad Romance

For about and hour I watched you sleep.

I stayed longer than usual 'cause I had a feeling this would be the last night.

And for some strange reason, I think its for the best.

To be honest, I don't think I really knew the "real" you.

I played with your finger nails and hair.

You texted me 20 times last week and called me numerous times. I just didn't want to speak to you.

"Im really sad and crying" So I called.

But nothing has really changed. Nothing.

I just recieved two text from you. This is stupid.

Im going to sleep.

While you were asleep I should have plucked your nose hairs.