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the admission of confusion was predictable but the fall out of love was a surprise,

I couldn't pick myself off the floor but in front of her I stood broken before her eyes.

And I admit that I knew something was wrong

when distance became apparent, and I've seen this before, I seen this before from her.

I pull myself together but my world is slowly falling apart.

I put a jacket on but I'm still cold and the weather is hot.

I can't eat and I can't think I'm becoming harmful to myself.

Destructive patterns and she'll never know what I'm going through.

I just lie to myself about everything else and attempt to ignore the truth.

fade into the little destiny I call my own and make it a bigger picture.

I've got these old shoes that I've constantly worn and the holes are getting bigger

I love the world and I don't care if the feeling is mutual.

But that's been like a lot of these tight relationships I imagined but the ending is the usual.

I can't get away from the city, because these bright lights draw me like a moth and I understand its worn beauty in every soiled bus stop.

This is the spot where my best friend bled after he was chased and beaten by the cops, and in the morning the school run over this block and play hop scotch on the stains that were forgot.

I am of Pittsburgh, I am of poverty, but this not brand me or cause me to ask for hand outs.

I am in Brooklyn, I have integrity, and I'll pull myself out of this tight spot.