I need to learn how to not love with my whole heart,

And that feels sad to say

But it’s been broken in a million different ways and…

For once I need to choose me.

The me no one else ever gets to see,

The “let's go on an adventure” side of me and…

If no one wants to come along then f*ck em.

In the… Nicest way possible of course,

See there I go again,

Always oh so worried about everyone else and,

Never about myself.

See I’m always in a race against myself and I’m somehow always in last place,

Like some f*cked up version of the tortoise and the hare except somehow, I'm both and well

The hare has a broken leg, and the tortoise is flipped over on his shell,

In other words, I am getting nowhere.

Now I know what you’re thinking, 

How life isn’t a race and how even if it was every damned person is running away from the end,

Not towards it…

And on any other day I would agree with you but at this point I’ve met so many f*cking people who quite honestly could not WAIT for this sh*t to end.

And hell, maybe I'm one of them.