Sie (capitalized) = you; sie (not capitalized) = they
dich: you
Liebe (capitalized) = love; liebe (not capitalized) = dear
erzählen Sie mich: tell me
Hölle: Hell
nein: no
ja: yes/yeah
mein/meine: my
Schließen Sie ihren mund: shut your mouth. Just thought I’d clear that up first.
Sitting on the tour bus, in your own little bunk, thinking. That’s all you ever did lately, you can’t look Tom in the face anymore. You can’t stand the sound of his voice, the way he moves, the way flirts with everything wearing skirts, you just can’t take it anymore! Can’t he take a hint? You ask yourself. Why do I always put myself out there when he just shuts me down? Listening to Placebo with tears in your eyes, you’re so caught up in your bad mood that you don’t hear the guys talking and you don’t hear Georg asking you if you want to go clubbing with them. You’d rather stay on the bus. It wouldn’t have mattered.
You music shuts off and you search for the reason. That wasn’t just really obvious now was it? You ask yourself as you see Tom standing there with your iPod in his hand.
“What the Hölle, Tom? Go torture your brother, or Gustav for all I care. Just go away!” You rollover in your bunk until all he can see of you is your back.
“What’s wrong, meine Liebe? Erzählen Sie mich?” You don’t want to tell him anything.
“Nein, just go away. Bastard,” you mumble the last part under your breath. He pounces on top of you and straddles your hips before pinning your hands down so you can’t get a good shot at his face.
“What did you just call me?” He demands.
“I called you a bastard! Leave. Me. Alone. Do you get it? Or do I need to show you?” You pull your knees up which throws him off of you and onto the floor. You book it past Georg and into the little bathroom. Bill was standing in front of the mirror, as always. You shove him out of the tiny room and lock the door behind him. You hear Gustav and Georg laughing their heads off.
“Oh mein Gott, Bill, she ruined your hair! It’s a tragedy!” That was Georg.
“You really do look like a boy without all that crap on your face,” Gustav states in a very un-amused tone, but you can tell he’s smiling. All of a sudden you hear a really loud ‘thud’ from the room with the bunks. you open the door to see Gustav on the floor with Bill tackling him and beating him with your stuffed Kuala Bear.
“Bill Kaulitz! Get your transvestite hands off of my Kuala!” This sends the boys on another laughing trip. “It’s not funny,” you snatch the bear away from him and turn towards Tom. “Tell your brother to leave my stuff alone and that goes for you guys too.” Georg and Gustav look disappointed. You walk back into the little bathroom but this time before you can close the door Tom catches it and pushes his way in.
“What’s wrong, hun?” You shake your head.
“Please, Tom, just leave me alone.” You can’t stand being so close to him but being so far away at the same time. You want to be with him so much you want to bury yourself in his baggy clothes and burrow into his skin and never leave him. You know this isn’t right, the way you feel for him. You shouldn’t feel this way for a guy who’s practically family. It makes you sick to think that you’ll never get the chance to know what it’d be like to be with the only one you want to be with. It makes you sick to look at him and know that he’s not part of your future; that he wasn’t made for you.
You look up at him with pleading eyes and he looks back. “Tom, why did you unplug my headphones in the first place?”
“Because Georg asked you a question.”
“Why’d you jump on me?” You ask with a straight face, even though you really feel like laughing at the look on his face.
“Because I wanted to,” he states simply.
“Why did you want to jump on me?”
“Because I wanted to; stop asking so many damn questions. Okay?”
“One more? Please?”
“Why do you hate me?”
Verdammen. That was a loaded question, Tom thinks to himself. How the hell am I supposed to answer that? “I don’t hate you, Marri. Why would you even think such a thing? What have I ever done to make you think that I hated you?”
“Let’s start with the way you flaunt all your little groupies in my face and the way you tease me constantly and how you always say that my music sucks and that Kuala’s stupid and that I act like a child. Well, you know why I act like a child? Because I practically am one, Tom. I can’t stand to look at you anymore, I hate being around you, and besides all that I still love you,” the last words come out in a whisper as tears start to fall down your already make-up stained face. You catch a glimpse of Tom’s stricken face before he turns around and walks out of the closet sized room.
He really must hate me if he won’t deny any of that, what have I done to make him hate me so much?
You just sit there on the little counter with your knees curled up to your chest and you little bear hugged close to your side. Bill must’ve thought you weren’t in the bathroom any longer because he comes sauntering in before coming to a halt in front of you. You feel his cool hands on your cheeks as he lifts your face to look at him.
“I don’t understand him sometimes. He has you right here next to him all the time and still he goes searching for someone else. He could have you instead.” His words bring more tears, “I think he does have feelings for you, he just doesn’t know what to do with them. He tells me I need to learn more about girl, but I don’t see why. I know more about how they feel than he does. The only thing he knows about girls is how they seem to be easy, but it’s only because of who he is. You know the real him and I think that scares him, Marri. You’re confusing to him.” He smoothes you hair back from your wet face and pulls you off the counter. He wraps his arms around you tightly and holds you close.
I love Tom for everything he is, but yet I still wish he was as sensitive as his brother. Why? That’s all I can ask. Why do I love him so completely?
“You okay, meine liebe?” You nod. He picks you up bridal style and carries you to your bunk. He sits you down before walking to his bunk and grabbing something. He returns to you with a little green envelope and sets it in your lap. You look up at him curiously before opening it. Inside it was just plain stationary. You recognized the writing to be Tom’s.
Marri, when you get this I won’t be around. I had Bill give it to you because I figured it’d probably mean more coming from him than me. I never thought it’d come to this but now I’ve figured it out. It should be Bill you feel this for, not me, I wasn’t meant for someone as kind and beautiful as you are to me. I don’t deserve you; Bill does. I know this will break your heart but I won’t be around when you are anymore. Bill needs you more than I do and, if I’m right, I think that he feels for you what you feel for me. Make him happy. That’s all I ask.
Why is he asking this of me? How can I knowingly betray my love for him with his very own brother? How can he ask this of me? You look at Bill and smile slightly before getting up and grabbing your iPod and putting on Placebo’s My Sweet Prince. You zone out before your head hits your pillow and before Bill picks up his cell phone.
Never thought you’d make me perspire
Never thought I’d do you the same
Never thought I’d fill with desire
Never thought I’d feel so ashamed
Me and the dragon
Can chase all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember…
My Sweet Prince; you are the one.
My Sweet Prince; you are the one
As your assaulting your ears with wave after wave of music Bill’s assaulting his twin with wave after wave of curses.
“How could you walk out on her after she knowing risked how you felt for her by saying that? How, Tom? I’d really like to know.”
“She doesn’t deserve me; I can’t be the man she needs. You can, however. You know how to be faithful, I don’t. I don’t deserve her.”
“Right about now, I’m thinking we feel the same about that.” He puts his hands on his hips and flips his hair out of his face. “You know what, Tom? I think if you don’t want her, I take her off your hands. Not that she’s on them, or anything.” Bill is taunting Tom now and sooner or later it’s going to come to blows.
“Schließen Sie ihren mund,” Bill can tell his twin is mad if he’s speaking in German, “don’t even think about it.”
“If you don’t want me to I won’t, but I fail to see how that will make her feel any better. She’s going to want someone to talk to.”
Your music is still assaulting your ears as Bill and Tom argue.
Never thought I’d have to retire
Never thought I’d have to abstain
Never thought all this could backfire
Close up the hole in my vein
Me and my value both, friend
Can fix all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember…
My Sweet Prince; you are The One
My Sweet Prince; you are The One
You are The One
You are The One
You are The One
You are The One
Tom’s fist comes crashing hard into wall of the bus. The guys look at him as if he’s crazy. Bill thinks he’s pushed too far this time. Gustav comes to the rescue.
“Tom. Tom! Listen to me, if you want her, go after her. Don’t play these games or you’re going to make her change her mind about you. Don’t be stupid.” Tom flies around to face Gustav and looks him in the eye.
“Where is she?”
“What are your intentions toward her? Why would want to follow her if you wanted to let her go in the first place?”
“I’d give her the world and whatever else she asked for. I’d be everything she needed. I’d try to be the man she needs. I’d be all that she’d ever need.”
“That’s all we wanted to hear, Tom,” Bill states softly.
“Where is she? Don’t tell me she left.”
“I didn’t leave,” you walk into the room as you hear Tom ask if you left. You heard the agony in his voice and walk over to stand in front of him, “You mean it? You’ll be the man I need?” You smile up at him. He nods; you grab his hand and lead him to your bunk.
“Why’d you leave after I said I love you?”
“Because I didn’t know what you’d say if I told you the truth.”
“I wouldn’t have changed my mind about you if you had said it.”
“Even what I wanted to say was this: Ich habe Sie seit dem tag Sie haben geworfen kuchen an mich geliebt und ich werde behalten, Sie ewig zu lieben. Geben Sie mir die chance. Seien Sie meine ehefrau.”
I have loved you ever since the day you threw cake at me and I will love you forever. Give me the chance. Be my wife.
“Oh, Tom. Ja, ich werde.”
“Ich werde nie Sie gehen lassen.”
I’ll never let you go.
Never thought I’d get any higher
Never thought you’d fuck with my brain
Never thought all this could expire
Never thought you’d go break the chain
Me and you baby
Used to flush all the pain away
So before I end my day
Remember…
My Sweet Prince; you are The One
My Sweet Prince; you are The One
You are The One
You are The One
You are The One
You are The One
My Sweet Prince
My Sweet Prince
