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at some point in the past year, I fell in love with Layla. I’ve waited for the day I can finally tell her and hopefully make her mine.
“I’ve spent the past two years locked down by a boy who didn’t deserve me. I spent too many hours giving him my time when I should’ve been focusing on me.
When it loads, I find a picture of Layla and David with smiling faces, but that’s not what has my attention. Because also in the picture is her hand, with a diamond ring on her left finger. The caption reads: He asked, and I said yes! And just like that, my entire world is blown apart.
Lately, I’ve been sitting in the dark Drinking whiskey Wondering how the hell I let her get ahold of my heart It wasn’t hers to take It sure as fuck wasn’t hers to break
Looking back, I have to wonder if I was ever even in the game Guess it doesn’t fuckin’ matter ’Cause the outcome was always meant to be the same Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor That’s all that was left when she walked out the door Camera in her hands All I wanted was to see the world through her lens Would it be beautiful, magical, or would it all be a blur? Would I ever know what she’s thinking? Or would I always wonder why I was never enough for her? Sharp, jagged pieces all over the floor That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
Nobody warned me how hard it would be To watch that gorgeous woman walk away from me Thousands of miles apart Should’ve been easier than this to piece back together my heart
Like the perfect lens has been shattered I’m trying to see past her, but she’s all that mattered Life has turned into one blurry mess I need to refocus, finally put her to rest Sharp, jagged pieces of my broken heart all over the floor That’s all that was left when she walked out the door
“For the record, your mom isn’t the only one who missed you, Shutterbug. I’ve missed you too.”
“Thank fuck this tour is over. I need a few months without walking in on you fucking your way across the globe.”
“That boy… David… he hurt her, and I imagine her wall will be really high, but I have no doubt you’ll be able to knock it down.” She winks playfully. “And once you do, I bet your love will be just as beautiful.”
“I let you go once, but I can’t do it again without telling you how I feel. I’m in love with you.
“You don’t need to know anything right now except that I’ll be waiting for you to be ready, and once you are, I want my chance with you.”
“And the fact that you’re protecting your heart and your son’s only makes me love you that much more.”
“I’m Camden Rocco Blackwood, lead singer of Raging Chaos. It’s nice to meet you.” I snort out a laugh at his introduction and accept his hand. “I’m Layla Isabella Kessler. Can I have your autograph?” I flip my hair playfully, making him laugh. “Oh, Shutterbug, you can have way more than that.” “Oh, yeah?” I play along. “Like what?” “Me,” he says, using my hand to tug me toward him. “You can have me.”
And if I couldn’t keep them satisfied and only wanting me, how the hell would I ever keep a man like Camden satisfied? He’s a rock star, for God’s sake. He has beautiful women throwing themselves at him every damn day. What do I possibly have to offer him that he can’t get from all those other women?”
“If I had you, I know I’d never look outside. Them fucking blinds would stay closed.” He smirks, and I find myself laughing. “You’re beautiful and smart and sexy as fuck, and if I’m ever lucky enough to get you inside my four walls, I will prove to you every damn day that you’re all I see… all I want. That there’s nothing worth looking outside for.
“This isn’t a one-time thing or just two friends reconnecting. I want you in every way that matters. I want all of your days and your nights. Your happiness and your sadness. I want your tears and your laughter. I want your body…and your heart.”
It should be me, kissing you, touching you, inside you But instead, it’s him, getting you, every fuckin’ piece of you Those pieces should be mine
“Do you have anything you have to do now?” “Only you.” He smirks.
She’s like taking a hit of the strongest drug She enters my veins, there to stay I’m addicted, can’t stay away
I don’t care how jolly he is. If he touches my fiancée, I’ll kick his ass straight back to the North Pole.
