I woke up this morning with a grudge the size of a story
Oh, I feel, I feel so low
Let me start at the end, the part I haven't figured out yet
Yes, I am, I'm moving slow

You are playin' the lead
The headache that my actions feed
Oh, I've only got myself to blame
This is another test which I would fail when at my best at my best
Oh, always ending the same
You Me At Six- No One Does It Better

The first thing I did the next day was cry. I had to let out emotions, such intensity last night left me to cry myself to sleep as I finally realized we had both, at the same moment forgiven and moved on.

I'm not sure what I wanted more, the fact that I had moved on or a slither of hope that through the anger and the separation, Kendall would come back.

Because now I knew, he never would, he wouldn't let himself.

After my tears died down and I finally cleaned myself up I had to explain to Griffin what happened with Hawk, he said that he would organize something straight away. He promised me he would get my rights back and he'd help me find another producer.

Then Camille texted me, asking me to come to the Palm Woods to which I had to reject and set up tomorrow as Jett knocked on the door.

"Dad, I'm going to the set now." I called out to him and I opened the door with a bright beam.

My smile faltered slightly when I saw it was Jo and not Jett.

She smiled brightly up at me. "Hey, Echo ready?" She asked.

"Yeah, where's Jett?"

"He's in the car."

"Oh."

"So are you ready or what?" She suddenly asked in a venomous voice, I looked up at her in shock.

"Uh, yeah, let's go…" I said slightly bewildered.

"Great!" Her peppy tone filtered straight back into her voice and I was left to question if I was hearing things as we made our way to Jett's car.

I got into the passenger side and Jett smiled at me, "hey babe." He went in for a kiss but I turned my head as the thoughts of what I saw between him and Jo suddenly hit me and he was forced to kiss my cheek.

I missed the dagger stare coming from behind me.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, you?" I said as the tension rose in the car.

"I'm good."

"I'm good, too!" Jo said with a peppy voice from behind me.

I didn't ask you.

The car ride to the set was awkward to say the very least. It was silent for most of the time but whenever Jett and I started talking Jo would always worm her way into the conversations.

When we finally got there, I was glad I had finally found an escape and went straight to make-up to which Jo followed me, unfortunately.

We were quiet as the make-up artists and stylists worked on the both of us and when we were finished and no one was around Jo suddenly started talking.

"I know what you did." She said, her voice not so peppy anymore.

"What?" I asked confused more than anything.

"I know what's going on between you and Kendall." She said spitefully.

"There's nothing going on between Kendall and me." Well at least not anymore.

"He went to you last night," I stared at her. "Don't look so surprised." She rolled her eyes at me.

"Have you been stalking me?" I asked with wide eyes.

"Of course not, but I know when Kendall has been with you, seen you or spoken to you. He acts in such a miserable way and doesn't want to talk to me let alone have sex with me." I cringed at the thought. "He was with you last night."

"I've seen a lot of him lately, what of it?" I challenged.

"You know, since he's come back he hasn't wanted to touch me which has gotten so frustrating that I've had to seek comfort in other men," Jett being one of them, bitch, "and thanks to your little 'meeting, cry session' whatever you want to call it Kendall missed seeing a little 'scene' between me and one of my 'friends' so I thank you for distracting Kendall. You saved me a lot of trouble." She grinned at me and I stared at her in shock.

As I looked at her, her face morphed into another I knew oh so familiarly.

Lisa.

She was a Lisa in the making.

"You're cheating on Kendall?"

"Of course I am! He's so hung up on you that he's beginning to bore me, but then again, I never particularly liked him."

"Why are you with him, then?" But I knew why.

"I like to have a little play toy while I'm with real men," I looked at her with fury and she just cackled, Jo not being Jo anymore was actually scary; she was the usual happy go lucky Virgin Mary and now she was a common slut. "Aww, don't look so surprised. To be honest, I'm surprised Kendall moved on from you so quickly. You must be easy to forget."

"Why are you doing this to him?"

"What you going to do, tell him? Well, if you do tell him, you'd break him. Just think of how broken he'll be. He's already unstable as it is and you'll be robbing him of any normality in his life and I would tell Jett. I'd tell him of how you had sex with Kendall, whether it's true or not. I'll tell the media, I'll wipe your name in filth." She said with an ugly tone.

What the hell was going on? All I know was that I was quite intimidated by Jo right now, she was actually scaring me.

And so, I was forced into silence…

I avoided Jo the rest of the day. All I was sure about was that she was scaring the shit out of me, I mean what the hell was going on with that chick, was she crazy in the head or something?

I was glad by the time 5pm came and I could leave the set along with Jett…and Jo.

"So I was thinking we go out tonight, just me and you?" Jett asked, we stood at the car and I could see Jo approaching in the distance.

"…I think I'll pass." I said looking to the floor. "I've got plans with Camille." I said spontaneously as Jo appeared next to us with a bright smile.

"Hi guys, ready to go home?" Jo asked brightly.

"Yeah…Jett, do you think you could drop me off at the Palm Woods?" I asked him quietly.

"Sure, I was going to drop Jo there anyway; I'm going to go see my dad so I'll drop you both off." He said and moved to the driver door and I reluctantly walked to the passenger side, Jo stalked behind me until I got into the car.

I hated it in the car, it was eerily silent. Jo made small talk with Jett about the day and I couldn't be bothered to join in, I was tired and I just wanted to call it a day; I was tired of being pushed around. I just wanted to be around someone I could truly trust and that seemed to be harder and harder to find as each day passed.

As we finally reached the Palm Woods relief flushed my body and Jett pulled over so we could get out. Jo seemed reluctant to get out and I looked at Jett, he leaned forward, intent on kissing me but I was just too caught up, too tired, too worn out, too confused to let him do it so I moved my head again so he kissed my cheek before quickly escaping from the car and closing the door behind me, not even waiting to see if Jo was going to follow me.

As I made my way inside a little feeling of home crept over my body and I made my way straight to the elevator, intent on finding Camille.

"Echo, wow I haven't seen you in a long time!" I looked up to John, Camille's dad.

"Oh, hey John. Nice to see you, do you know where Camille is?" I asked him politely.

"I think she's in the boy's apartment, 2J." John said.

"Oh, okay. Thanks John." I nodded to him and walked away. Now I had to face the guys again.

I took the elevator down to 2J and stood at the door, suddenly unsure whether to knock on the door or not.

"I'm glad she's finally okay with us." I heard Carlos' voice from inside.

"Carlos, she was always okay with you, it was Kendall and I she hated." James said.

"But you're her brother."

"Half brother," James corrected Carlos.

"Well the biggest surprise is she's okay with Kendall." Logan said.

"Guys, let's not make a big deal of it- just let her move on, accept that she's forgiven you." Camille said.

I took that as my cue to knock on the door. I heard shuffling from behind the door and took a deep breath as the door opened.

"Echo?" It was Logan.

"Hey, do you mind if I come in? I just wanted to chill…like old times." I asked him with a hopeful look.

A bright smile spread on Logan's face. "Of course you can!" He opened the door wider for me to come in.

I noticed everything looked the same as it did when I was last here, every little thing was still in the same place.

I heard the door close behind me and I saw faces turn to look at me. It was the image of life two years ago. James and Carlos were on the Xbox and Camille was watching, just happily chatting to them.

It was just normal, a lazy day where nothing particularly spectacular happened.

I missed that.

"Hey…" I trailed with a smile of nervousness. Camille grinned when she saw me, jumping up off the couch and bounding over to me.

"Hey, Echo!" She grinned as she took me into a friendly embrace. "I knew you wouldn't blow me off!" She exclaimed into my ear and I hugged her back.

"Cause I know you'd beat me up for it." Camille was quickly restoring me back to myself.

"Well I can save my energy now, can't I?" She grinned.

"Of course." I said as we separated I watched as Logan smiled to her as she walked over to him and gave him a peck on the lips.

When did that happen? Goddamn finally!

"Hey guys." I turned to Carlos and James, walking over to them like I visited every day.

"Echo!" Carlos engulfed me into a bear hug and squeezed me tight.

"Hey Carlos." I giggled lightly.

"Echo." James smiled at me and hugged me and I felt…just like I should feel, like a sibling, a sister.

"Where's Kendall?" I asked casually. Everyone seemed to seize up slightly and cast eyes over to me as I said his name so easily and simply.

They still all expected me to hate him, to hate them. That's why it's a surprise to them, me visiting. I just want this to become a familiar event for me again.

"Guys, seriously. I've forgiven him and all of you so stop acting like you're fucking strangers and let's act like we know each other because we all do so stop with all the goddamn formalities." I told them rolling my eyes. I was still me.

James chuckled. "Well, he's moved in with Jo, 3B." James said with an invitation for me to sit down.

"How long ago was this?" I asked out of curiosity.

"2 or 3 months ago." Logan said.

"Ah, so it's just the three of you?" I asked.

"Nope." Carlos said. "Logan's moving out with Camille next week to an apartment, 4C."

"Thanks for telling me, Camille." I told her.

"Well I wanted it to be a surprise!" She exclaimed and I rolled my eyes.

"So just the two of you?" I asked them.

"Nope, I'm moving out next week, too." Carlos announced happily. "I'm moving in with Steph, 4D."

"But what about the swirly slide?" I asked as I looked over to the bright yellow slide that Carlos loved.

"Echo, c'mon. I'm nearly 20, I don't go on swirly slides." I sent him a look. "Okay, maybe I do but I'm engaged now, I have to resist the urge…sometimes."

"Engaged?" So much I had missed…thanks for not telling me Camille.

"Yeah, me and Steph are getting married next year." Carlos grinned happily.

"Wow, you all seem to be…growing up?" That seemed to be the easiest way to put it.

"Well all of us apart from James, from next week he'll be all alone in this apartment." Logan pointed out.

"Yeah and this Saturday we're having a party in here, like a leaving party." James nodded. "Even though they won't be going very far."

"Hey, Echo, James was wondering, next week would you-"Carlos began.

"What Carlos?" James said loudly cutting him off.

"James, just tell her." Camille rolled her eyes as she cuddled up to Logan on the adjacent couch. I looked up to James next to me and he paused the game which caused a stream of profanities come from Carlos' mouth.

"Well, I don't really want to be alone…as much as I like looking at myself in the mirror." James grinned at me, "I was thinking, I'm pushing 20 in a few months and you're 19 at the end of the year…we're related-"

"James, just tell me!"

"Do you want to move in here, with me?" He looked at me doubtfully.

I thought about it for a second. I could re-roll back into school, I could re-build my social life, I could stand on my own feet, I could leave and Tracey could in some ways replace me and be there for Asha, it would be like just old times, I'm closer to Jett and Camille and I want to feel independent again…it actually seemed like a good idea.

"You know what, okay." I said finally after contemplating the pros and cons. James looked surprised.

"Really?" He asked.

"Of course, I mean you really thought you weren't going to see me back here, really?" I challenged him and he smiled at me.

"About time things got back to normal," I could feel everyone had the same mutual feeling as James, including me.

"Echo, why don't you stay the night here." Camille offered.

"…Sure, I'll sleep on the couch." I smiled.

"No, you won't." James said instantly.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes at him. "Let's get this party started!"

I spent the whole day with them, the five of us all together felt so good, it was hard to describe the feeling of normalcy.

We stayed up for most of the night, all of us talking about the past year which brought tears when talking about my son and the situation I was in to which James was a perfect brother and held me, let me cry on his shoulder as I told the story.

Logan and Camille went to bed first at 11pm followed by Carlos at 12am and James and I continued talking, abandoning the Xbox and just talking to each other.

"Kendall came to visit me yesterday…" I trailed off and let my gaze fall to the wooden flooring of the apartment.

"What did he do? Did he say something to hurt you?" James asked instantly.

I smiled. "No, James…it was just a talk."

"About what?"

"About the past two years, everything…the pregnancy mostly," I whispered to him.

"Oh, are you okay?" James wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

I nodded, "I'm fine, I really am James…I'm fine with Kendall, we're friends. Just friends and that's how it's going to stay."

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about?" He asked me. The truth was there were so many things I wanted to confide in him and talk to him about.

"No, I'm good," I shook my head. I was scared he would give me an answer that I didn't want to hear…but most of all, he'd give me an answer that my heart wants. "I'm gonna go to sleep now, am I on the couch?"

"No, c'mon Echo. I'd never let you sleep on the couch. Lemme' show you your room for tonight and what will be your room starting from next week." James said to me with a grin. He stood up and I followed him down a familiar small hallway and into a very familiar room.

It was exactly the same, yet now it was bare of any belongings, the bathroom door on the right…the large bed in the middle. I didn't even notice James leave and close the door behind him, I was staring at the bed, relishing in the memories made in it.

The sex.

The sleep.

The fun.

The talks.

…The love.

The whole room was like a haunting nightmare. I looked around the place, the bed was made, everything was still in its place. I walked over to the draws, upset that when I opened them, instead of finding boxers or socks all I found was emptiness.

I sighed, a sudden feeling of isolation set in my mind and I headed to the bathroom. As soon as I walked in it almost hurt, looking at the shower…the best sex I had ever had had taken place there. It was like I could remember everything when I closed my eyes, every thrust, the slip of my skin against the tiles, the temperature of the water, when he told me he loved me…

Why was I acting so pathetic about this?

We're friends, I should be over it. Over everything.

Over him.

I couldn't stand in the bathroom any longer and as I turned to go I saw the mirror on the wall. When I first showed Kendall the abuse Lisa presented me with, the bruises and how he got angry over someone hurting me, when I realized he truly cared…

Was it truly all a lie?

Can someone fully fake such intense emotions?

And then there was the cabinet over the sink…where my pills were. I opened the cabinet and all that greeted me was empty shelves. That was until my eyes caught onto a plastic bottle. I reached grabbed it.

I looked at the label and smiled as a tear slipped down my face.

Miss Echo Kimberleigh- pregnancy prevention pills

I turned and looked at the back.

CAUTION: MAY BECOME INACTIVE IF NOT TAKEN DAILY

How naïve I was.

I peered inside the bottle, it wasn't empty…there was one pill alone in the bottle. I put the bottle back before I burst into tears as I closed the cabinet and walked back into his bedroom. It seemed so big and cold without his smile or perverted eyes admiring me.

I clambered in the bed, not bothering to undress knowing that I would be in his sheets it was like I wanted to protect myself from them.

As I turned off the light and got under the covers all I felt was the icy chill of lonely bed sheets. I sighed and placed my head on the pillow but all my head came into contact with was hardness. I frowned, turned on the bedside lamp again. All I could see was a pillow, my hands felt the soft covering of the pillow and felt the same hardness.

What the...?

I frowned in clear confusion and reached into the pillow case and my eyebrows rose when I came into contact with a leather coldness. I pulled out the object and stared at it.

It looked like a black leather book. Nothing was on the front and nothing was on the black, it was just a blank book.

Weird.

I opened the book and quickly realized that it was no book.

This was a diary.

Kendall's diary.

Normally I would think that a guy would be bent if they kept a diary but as I began reading I was absorbed in what it said.

August 2009

I did it tonight, I did what Gustavo wanted me to do all alone; I left her. But I didn't just leave her, I crushed her, torn her down and left her crying in the rain. Nobody knows what's happened but I know Camille will and then Logan will and then everyone will. I feel disgusted…I'm so angry at her, how could she think all of those cruel things coming out of my mouth were me?

Today I lost her.

September 2009

I'm all over the news, everywhere. Everything is constantly reminding me of what I did to her. Those cruel words and the harsh realities of how heartless I truly was. Gustavo is pleased with me. I felt sick with myself because I actually felt pleased too…until I saw the look on my mother's face. She can't look at me, Katie leaves the room whenever I enter. Though I'm not in Florida now, the look of my mother haunts my nightmares but every time I close my eyes I see that one look from her, that look of being completely broken.

The paps are going crazy for her and the both of us are on any media form possible. Papers, internet, TV, magazines, radios…it's pathetic.

James and I aren't talking. He hates me and I know why. He cared for her so much, he valued their friendship and it was so easy to manipulate their feelings for each other into a jealous bitter rivalry of who gets the girl…but in this reality it's no one.

Logan's birthday was okay, we had to put on fake smiles for the public as we had a party in New Zealand at a bar. We had to pretend that everything was okay, that nothing between Echo and I happened.

All that's true is I'm definitely getting more limelight than anyone else at the moment.

I met someone at the bar, she was the exact opposite of her totally innocent, blonde and brown eyes. She made me forget about her and that's what I needed.

I told Jo we'd be together.

I know it's stupid but she isn't the only victim. It hurt so much leaving her and now I feel like I'm losing myself; losing my identity to the media.

Today I replaced her.

October 2009

It was her 18th birthday this month. October 10th. No one has seen her or heard about her since August. Camille hates me because she didn't turn up to Camille's party and I've become harsh and numb to the guys, to the world. That's how I feel when I get up and go to sleep, numb. No one will actually know the torment I'm going through. I just need somewhere to vent my feelings so badly otherwise I'll go crazy.

Griffin called. We all knew it was coming, he shouted at Gustavo for putting his daughter on the line as a bet. Of course Gustavo groveled. I overheard their conversation. She's not talking, she's become numb just like me. It's up to her whether we stay together as a band and I know that there is no more Big Time Rush.

I would fire Gustavo if I was in her shoes, I'm surprised Griffin hasn't done it himself.

We have 7 months to prove ourselves.

I argue with the guys hourly. Especially James. We don't hate each other anymore, we despise each other now.

And that actually hurts deep down…slightly.

The numbness has taken over and I can't comprehend actual feelings when I'm with the guys, I'm a void of nothing. Yet inside…I'm everything but most of all vulnerable.

And I remember the night that scared the fuck out of me.

I've been worrying ever since…

Carlos told James and I that we needed to talk and I had a feeling he was going to go all prissy and shit on me and tell me that we're brothers so we should be united and act like best buds. I didn't want to hear any of it so I told him to fuck off and teased him and then he left the room by telling James and I how she nearly died and how we didn't care. I watched the TV and it said that she self-harmed but it could have also be malnutrition…she's anorexic? Did Lisa do anything to her?

Today I cried over her.

November 2009

I'm now just a face. I can't feel a thing and I don't want to. After crying over her for weeks secretly I just turned a switch off in my head and now it was like she never existed. She got out of hospital and I didn't even feel happy. I was just nothing.

I couldn't even feel numb anymore.

We're now in China and I'm still talking to Jo. She's a nice girl and I like her…

Everyone wanted to visit her in hospital but I wouldn't. Gustavo wouldn't allow it, Griffin wouldn't, no one would let us so we should just save ourselves the let down. James hates me more than ever and now I think Carlos is beginning to.

Logan told us her heart stopped beating and for a split second I was in a blind panic but the switch was on and it prevented me from feeling. I feel trapped in my own body…like a lost child, like when my dad died.

Then I realized what I became when I told James he would have loved to fuck her when she was still in hospital. It didn't feel like me and James punched me…why couldn't things just go back to normal? I wasn't even bothered that James punched me just a small part of me knew that I pushed him over the limit. So I apologized to him he's just as scared as me…or how I should be.

Then I realized that James loved her.

She's getting back on track, Jett's with her, making her 'happy' and 'mending' her. She's friends with Camille and everything is okay for her.

She was all over the news but there were no pictures of her.

And then, she was on the TV…an interview on AM Florida. The TV show we first went on when we announced our dating.

I found out everything.

Some things I shouldn't have known.

She isn't mad at me, which even I'm surprised at.

But the worst thing was…she was pregnant.

She had a fucking miscarriage! She nearly died.

I was a father…I had a son. A little boy.

What monster am I?

She had grown into a women and she was so beautiful. Her hair was longer and darker, curled in a stunning mess. Her eyes were like blue lamps of aqua sincerity. She cried on the TV…she'd never used to do that. She's matured and healing.

But the worst thing was…she's moved on.

To Jett.

And then, she said that she wished me and my girlfriend all the best…how did she know I had a 'girlfriend?'

Jo must have said something and it didn't even seem to affect her.

Today she moved on.

December 2009

Christmas. It was painful. We were still touring and barely together. I hated everything about it. We didn't buy presents for each other…Well Carlos and Logan did, for each other.

She was all over the media, she had been filming for New Town High with Jett and all I could picture was her fucking Jett every night when I went to sleep.

Today she forgot about me.

January 2010

Griffin crashed into a lorry and is on the brink of death.

Gustavo is worried.

Logan is worried.

Carlos is worried.

James is worried.

And he fucking went to see her, he was scared that she was going to revert back to anorexia.

We called Gustavo and got him back. James was happy when he came in.

He said about how he saw Echo and openly spoke about her and how she was. Told us about how he held her in his arms and comforted him.

All because she called him because she didn't know what to do.

She went to him and wanted help from him…not from me.

But the worst thing was, I knew James would be there for her every single day, every minute and every second that passes.

Today she's a stranger.

February 2010

Griffin got discharged from hospital and relief was everywhere. And for once, I spoke to the guys.

I told them all how truly sorry I was and we had a civil conversation.

And by the end of the month, now it's like we're best buds again. We're healed and I'm feeling again.

I'm not controlled and I'm like my old self.

Today she's not the only one healed.

March 2010

The KCA awards...not really the award show I would have expected. We were forced to greet each other, in front of everyone on the TV. She was so fucking beautiful that it hurt to actually acknowledge. I didn't want to hate her anymore, I didn't want her to hate me but I knew that was going to take time and a lot of it. She gave hugs to the guys and seemed uneasy around me and all I got was a handshake, I knew that was going to happen but it was something.

Those eyes, seeing them actually in person made me crazy. Those eyes were looking at me so innocently and yet visions of those eyes half lidded and driven with passion filtered in my mind. The way we looked at each other like we were strangers was weird.

And the handshake, it was weird because we've done so much more. I know we won't be together again but I just want to hold her, smile with her and joke with her...friendship would be enough for me and I pray to God that it would happen.

Then I watched Jo make out with Jett as they won best kiss and I was so angry...I felt jealous...of my own girlfriend. I was always a jealous guy so when we were forced to see each other again at another award acceptance I kissed her hand. I knew that shock on her face meant one thing.

I screwed up.

Just touching her was frustration. I wanted to do so much more... I wanted to tell her how sorry I was and what a fucking douche bag I was. But that wouldn't matter to her, I know it.

Because it's all behind her and she's moved on.

Today I've let her move on to hate me...again.

April 2010

Now I say goodbye to this diary.

She's gotten closer to James, Logan and Carlos and she's worming her way back into my life. I avoid her all the time because I'm always thinking of her.

I can't get it up for Jo unless I think of her...that's just sick.

I masturbate over her all the time. It's like I'm a horny teenager all over again, it's just that every time she catches my eye with her blue eyes she makes my dick hard. Painfully hard.

I went to the set with Jo of New Town High and somehow managed to kiss her. I wanted to fuck her right there.

Everything I felt when she kissed me...everything. But I knew she was going to do it. She slapped me and ran away and I don't fucking blame her.

I'm an animal.

But I'm now moving in with Jo and I can't help but question how long I'll go on without telling her how much I miss her.

Not only in a physical way but she made me happy, the laughs we had, how easy our relationship was... I just want to hold her, kiss her, be her confider and be able to proudly say she's mine. But I hurt her and I don't want to do that again yet every fibre in my being wants her.

Jo will never be her. She's the echo in my day, like a lingering spirit of my former self, her former self.

I want her.

But I want her to be happy more than anything. I didn't know I could ever feel like this.

And no matter how much I will always say that I'm fine with being friends.

I will always love, cherish and dream about her. About being together, just us.

But I lost my chance.

And now I'm moving in with Jo like I love her, but I fucking don't! And I never will. I love her but I'm not in love with her, she's just a nice replacement.

There is no one else I will love more than her.

Today I know she's my other half and I know that she's the only person who completes me.

Today she's an alien.

Today I lost her all over again.

I was baffled. Completely baffled.

As I closed the leather book and placed it on the bedside table, I didn't know what to think, didn't know what to do.

Yet as I lay back down on the pillow and his essence filled me. As I pulled up the covers to wrap around my body all I could smell was him. It was like there was a ghost of him present in the room and definitely in my mind.

Kendall was never heartless, he was just a boy trapped in the cruel realities of the world.

I realize that now….

/

When I woke up the next morning I was still baffled. Confused. Hurt. And hopelessly in love.

There was something I knew I had to do today.

I got up, abandoning the room, not caring that I hadn't brushed my teeth or my make-up was still on from yesterday, or that there were tear stains down my face from when I was dreaming or that I hadn't even brushed my hair.

"Hey Echo-where are you going?" James frowned as I strode past him.

"To do something I should have done months ago." I said firmly as I opened and closed the apartment door, catching the elevator and making my way up to his apartment.

As soon as I reached his apartment I took a deep breath. The time had come.

I knocked on the door and smiled when he opened the door. "We need to talk." I told him as I swallowed hard.

If I just save you, you could save me too
If I just save you, then you could save me too

What do I do when I am so in love with you,
I forgot what I wanted to say

I woke up this morning with a grudge the size of a short story,
Which now I have told you all.
You Me At Six- No One Does It Better

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