I'm done with dressing up
And holding my breath
I'm done with trying so hard
Fashioning texts,
Playing your games
Wondering what's next
You're always around the corner
Moving on without telling me
I say the wrong thing
Or so it seems
I don't know what's in your head
And I'm sick of trying to guess
I don't need your approval or your redress
I'm going to love someone who loves me back
Finally move on, off this circular track
Cause I don't need this stupid charade
I have a life, hobbies, and friends
My future is made
I'll love my triathlons
I'll love cooking alone
I'll love med school
And research,
And chilling at home
If you want to call me, I'll leave that to you
Because I'm done thinking and fretting
And turning myself blue
You have a million different options
And I don't have to be one
Dating, loving, and chasing
I've had enough, now I'm done.
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