"Write a song?" I whispered to myself as Light went to her room just quietly enough not to be heard. I threaded my fingers through my hair, an old nervous habit I'd never been able to break that left a bit of my hair standing on end.<br/><br/>I smiled brightly hidding a bit of nervousness "Sounds like fun." I say taking another drink before setting the bottle back on the table. I leaned back and tried to watch whatever was on tv some horror show or another and tried to think of something, anything poetic to say about my mess of a life.