He is probably thinking about me right now.
Laying on his bed to the sounds of pink floyed...
He has been waiting for this moment all day long. And I'm
probably roing it for him.
Every night he hopes I will let him go. He hopes he'll be
able to lye on his bed, hear his band, alone.
Without me running in his mind, crawling in his thoughts.
He is probably thinking about me right now.
He thought about me last night too.
He left me a massage on my machine.
He said he misses me and he hates it.
He said he is thinking about me and he hates it.
He said he loves me.
I think he hates that too.
And I think that if he wouldn't have loved me, he probably
would hate me as well...
Cause me from all people, I know how much he loves those
moments when he is alone with pink floyed, and it's me who
ruins it, go in his thoughts. Feelings, memories...
He his probably thinking about me right now.
He hopes he's not.