Prologue.
Hey Lucy
What have you done to me?
You leave me breathless
Anything but hopeless
You are so much more than
I ever could've dreamed
Hey Lucy
What is it about your smile?
It makes my heart want to burst
And I know I can't be cursed
'Cause I've found you
And you're beautiful
Hey Lucy
What did you see in me?
I'm just a stupid boy
Used you like a toy
You deserved so much better
Oh, way better than me
But I still want you
Don't know what to do
Can't look you in the eye
'Cause your pain is all I see
And it's all my fault
Yes, it's all on me
And I'm so sorry
I turn off the TV and run my fingers through my hair absently. I always thought it would be cool to have a song written about me. Till it happened. "That son of a..." I whisper under my breath, trailing off, feeling a lump in my throat. He had actually gone on TV and sang that song for everyone to hear. Did he think that it'd make me want him back? Was that really his master plan? "Hey Lucy, what did you see in me?" is the line that plays in my head over and over again, because I honestly don't have an answer to that. I bite down on my lip and run a hand through my hair again. It's become a nervous habit.
I sit down on my little hotel bed for what felt like hours before I finally get up, getting an answer to a question I never heard, not even in my head. But I guess sometimes the unspoken things, the things you keep tucked away because you're afraid, are the ones that could change your life. Maybe it would only change a minute of my life, or a week, or a month. Maybe it wouldn't change a thing at all. Or, maybe, it would change things forever.