He was cunning. He was mischievous. He was gorgeous in all his ways, in all his lies. He tried hard to let go and let it be, but he failed and let things flee. He was stupid. He was smart. He was respectful in all of his ways, in all of his looks. He wanted to love me and to cherish me, but he failed and dumped me. He let fame get to his head. He let them get into his head. He tried to die, tried to knock out all of the shit from the past. He just couldn't let go of a few things; his reputation, his work, and myself. He told me he loved me, told me that I was the only one he tolerated. But he was lying, he never loved nor did he even care about me. ________________________ In which an indie singer falls in love with an already risen, ex-boybander.