she Is laying in
bed with the door locked
The curtainds are drawn and the lights are off The Notebook is in the DVD player
An empty tub of ice cream is on the floor next to dozens of
crumpled tissues
Her music is loud
so no one hears her sobs
Her fingertips are smudged with black
from wiping away masscara-stained tears
She's replaying their last conversation thinking He'll never take me
back
He Is sitting on the edge of his bed
The curtains are draw and the lights are off Call of duty is in the xbox
The controller is laying on the floor
riht beneath the spot where he punched the wall in his own
frustration
He's got his music playing loud
so nobody hears him crying
His hairs a mess from running his hands through it
And hes replaying their last conversation think She'll never take me
back.