i'm torn

i should be the one to walk away

you have to pretend, that i'm someone else?
i was always just pretending you thought i was the most beautiful woman in the world.

you're my best friend
but you've really crushed me

trying so hard to step back

and then you go ahead and tell me i'm not worth it.
ruin a pretty good weekend

i am sure there are things you'd rather do
but did you really have to say it out loud
did it make you feel more of a man

now i have to sit here all day
and worry i'm wasting my time
worry
i hate fucking worrying
i shouldn't be fucking worrying.

walking around my city

eyes open
headphones on
its cold, but not too cold
some folks move deliberately
some folks move slow
trying not to be angry
or sad
or lonely
just being
here
now

not taking things personally