Sunday morning and again I opened my eyes to lift my shattered head. Started mending all the pieces to explain the chaos round my bed. And I stumbled to the bathroom to wash away the demage on my face. When suddenley it hit me through the haze. There was Lipstick on the mirror, saying:"I just had to go. I realy liked to stay here, but I wasn´t sure if you would like it too. And if you ever feel like seeing me again, don´t hasitate to call. Here´s my number: 5550754" After three long days I had to call her, cause I couldn´t wait no more. So we met around the corner and love that second sight defind the score, once more. This was just too good to be true and I caught myself wishing that she would stick around The other day I fortunatley found. Lipstick on the mirror, saying:"I love you. I´ve got a feeling this could be forever, if you feel the same way too. I finaly think, I know the meaning of `everything´s allright`. Yes, how about dinner at my place, 8 pm tonight. Monday morning and again I open up my eyes with a smile upon my face. Full of expectations I turn around my head to find an empty space,oh no. This uneasy, funny feeling´s creeping over me. I know what´s going on. Just some steps away to prove me right from wrong. There was Lipstick on the mirror, saying:" Sorry, I really had to leave. I´m not the kind of girl that you deserve an sure I´m never gonna be. I think you´re better off without me, and I wish you luck with everything you do. Thank you, xxx, sincerely yours" I wipe the Lipstick off the mirror Things are getting clearer