It Girl.

The name; Heather Cameron.

And that will ring in your ears for decades to come. You'll remember it. You won't have a choice in the matter, you can't forget it. I'm unforgetable.

You'll remember my name and you'll remember the begining of our friendship but I doubt you'll remember any more than that. Because that's always the best part of knowing me, the first few weeks. The Getting To Know You stuff, it'll stick in your head because I made it so exciting. I fed you quotes, new and weird music, I showed you places you've seen but never really looked at. I make you see a whole new point of view.

So take to the streets with apocolypse refrain. Your devotion has the look of a lunitics gaze.

But after that it's nothing. You've got what you need, a glipse into someone elses mind. You don't need what comes after, the constant abuse being hurled at you because the girl with the name is having an off-month. You don't want that, you don't need that. You slowly separate yourself from me and that's that, the way most of them go. I won't try and get you back because I'm too proud.

So when I'm up there, in lights, rolling in cash, you'll think "Wow.", and then you'll remember that you walked away because you can't hack it. You walked away because you felt you had better things to do. If you had just put up with me for a little while longer, you could be up there with me. Now you won't.

And the name, Heather Cameron or Lyla Diamond or Delilah Vincent Debonair, whatever it is, it will be a contant reminder of the awful person that you were, tthe selfish person that you were and still are because nobody changes.