Michaels POV
All I've got is a broken heart and my mind screams out the thought of your name.
I look out into the crowd, but all I see is your face. I listen to these songs and they describe you.
I lay down in my bunk after every show apologizing for acting like a dick on stage. A few hours later I'm in a new city with new people.
My ears ring and my mind goes blank, but it's you it's all you.
Everyday it's the same love and games that you play. Back and forth we fight and make up.
I should be over her by now, but it's different this time. I usually fall for the wrong people, but you aren't the wrong person this time.
I close my eyes and walk on stage as the lights shine down and I see your face.
A new show.
A new city.
