I lay there.
Staring at the ceiling.
I felt lonely because She wasn't next to me.
Why couldn't she cope with my job as a singer?
Was it the hate?
The crazy but amazing directioners?
The interviews?
The flirting?
What was it?
Was it me always leaving her?
It must be.
Well, thats basically the story of my life.
Screw it.
That ain't the story of my life.
