He's cried himself out. He lays on his bed, exhausted, emptied. His brain won't shut up. He finds his iPod. Cranks it full blast. Fills his head. Tries to escape.
"Everybody trying to tell me that you didn't mean me no good. I've been trying, Lord, let me tell you. Let me tell you I really did the best I could.
"Said I've been crying... My tears they fell like rain. Don't you hear them? Don't you hear them falling?
"Baby, since I've been loving you, I'm about to lose my worried mind..."
But every song reminds him of her.
