Tell Me You Love Me // Demi Lovato // 1

13. Lifelines

When I open my eyes and see the lines that live on the life I left behind
I feel disconnected from the place that I call home
When I try to rewind I can't design, a way to go back to that place and time
I remember that moment that changed everything I know
Everything I know

Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Who's gonna be there to make me whole?
I can't stop the bleeding
Looking for a meaning
Throw me a line and bring me back home
Won't you say something, say something
I can't do this alone
Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Throw me a line and bring me back home

I live with all the goodbyes, doesn't matter how hard I try
They end in long nights spent up looking back on my life
I feel disconnected from the place that I call home
They hit me from the blind side, caught me in the blink of an eye
Just like a landmine going off inside my mind
I remember the moment that changed everything I know
Everything I know

Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Who's gonna be there to make me whole?
I can't stop the bleeding
Looking for a meaning
Throw me a line and bring me back home
Won't you say something, say something
I can't do this alone
Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Throw me a line and bring me back home

This life can cut like a knife, it leaves lines and divides
It leaves lines and divides
This life can cut like a knife, it leaves lines that divide a before and an after

Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Who's gonna be there to make me whole?
I can't stop the bleeding
Looking for a meaning
Throw me a line and bring me back home
Won't you say something, say something now
I can't do this alone
Cut up into pieces, looking for a reason
Throw me a line and bring me back home

When I open my eyes and see the lines
I see the lines
Now they live on the life I left behind
I see the lines

I must have listened to Lifelines by I Prevail for an additional two hours. Then I managed to turn it off, the sun already up. I sighed, undressing to shower, and told myself I couldn't let my depression take over today.

Unfortunately, my makeup didn't all come off, so I had to stand in front of the mirror and use a cotton round and some makeup remover to get the rest off. But my towel kept slipping down, making me take pauses to tighten it around me, groaning in frustration.

When I was done, I got dressed for the day, not even sure if I wanted to go out at all. I felt like if I did, people would somehow see what had happened last night. Like it would be written on my forehead in big, bold letters: I made a fool of myself in front of Demi Lovato.

But at nine, I got a call to do makeup for a photo shoot, so I pulled my shit together and quickly got ready before leaving for the studio.

On the way, I couldn't help but think, What if I run into Demi again?

My mind only provided terrible circumstances of our probably inevitable meeting.

Things like her telling me she didn't like me as anything more than a friend. Or she was actually in a relationship, and I hadn't known about it. I didn't know which one would hurt more.

I pulled up to the studio, grabbing my kit from the back, then, with a heavy sigh, I headed inside. In the elevator, I hit the button for the third floor, wondering what the photo shoot was for, and whose makeup would I be doing.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see who I saw.