just call my name, and i'll be there..

Spent the night over banana's.

Was chilling out, cooling down and talking to her in the room about work and stuff. I got a feeling something's quite fishy with my manager, or maybe I did something wrong with closing tonight, but I don't quite care anymore... or maybe I do. Fuck it.

How much trouble could I get into?

Alot, probably.

Oh well. I sniff a warning letter coming my way...

Talked to her a little bit more and she got tired, so she crashed. I just kept reflecting on what happened in the day, what happened at outlet, and was trying to figure out what's the worst that could happen tomorrow.

Turned and saw her with the pillow on her face, and she was listening to music. Thought it was because of the light, so I playfully went over and smashed her face first, then lifted the pillow off and tried talking to her. That's when I saw her face and her eyes...

First time I've seen her look so sad, with tears in her eyes.. and it just broke my heart, literally. Really.

Tried to make her talk about it and tell her there was no way of escaping it.. she kept giving all sorts of nonsense excuses.

Dust in her eyes... something in her eyes.. she's not crying.. she's just tired..

But I've seen it all. The tears, the red face, that sad look, the red nose...

She said it was about shit at work and how she feels. That she hasn't a life anymore.

And quite frankly, I know how that is.. because it's how I feel too. I just try not to focus on that too much...

At least when I was still at SRG, I could still meet up with my friends for a late night show, go out in the morning/afternoon and go to work in the evening...

Now being the no.2.. it just sucks.

Even to ask for an off day on a weekend has me almost begging on my knees for it.

Freaking hell.

Tried to cheer her up, tried to put a smile back on her face or make her laugh, even. I think I failed, miserably.

Ha.

Tried to make her talk about it.. since if you get whatever it is that's bothering you off your chest, you'd normally feel better... but she didn't want to talk about it. She said she'd bring the waterfalls along.

So much for trying to be the shoulder to cry on... even I failed at that.

But at least before we went to bed, her face wasn't so red anymore... and the tears weren't at the sides of her eyes.

I wish I had some form of power to take away misery and sadness and provide healing.

That'd be cool, eh?

Whatever it is, I don't think she'll read this.. but I tagged her a note in facebook for I'll be there.

And I guess I mean the words in that song.

Whenever you need me, I'll be there....