Half A Heart

A team

Perrie's POV

I turned around and noticed Daya was talking to Niall.

I waited for her at the top of the steps.

She came up the steps and walked with me before we were handed microphones. I noticed her hands were shaking, mine weren't because I've done this before.

"Hey, just don't think about anything during the performance." I reassured her.

Daya nodded.

"Next we have a duet between to lovely ladies. Miss Perrie Edwards and Miss Daya Lynn." The curtain opened and there was a very bright light.

I nodded and Daya and I walked over to the piano before sitting down on the bench. Then she started playing.

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ripped gloves, raincoat

Tried to swim and stay afloat

Dry house, wet clothes

Loose change, bank notes

Weary-eyed, dry throat

Call girl, no phone

And they say

She's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream

Been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking, wasting

Crumbling like pastries

And they scream

The worst things in life come free to us

Cause we're just under the upper hand

And go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland