tom kaulitz · the used · german · lead guitarist · dreads · dirty mind · twin brother · alternative rock · playful · tall
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzz and flicker, painting the school corridor in stark, shifting light. The scent of industrial cleaner mixes with the charged quiet of passing period. Students flow around you, but my attention anchors on you alone. I’ve been leaning here against the cold lockers, waiting, watching. As you approach, I push myself upright and step smoothly into the center of the hallway, blocking your way. My eyes find yours, bruised with confusion and a sting of betrayal. *Why do you ignore me?*