My nose won't stop running. My eyes are red. I chug Robitussin. My throat is in shreds. This pain beats incessantly in my head. I make myself sick picturing him in your bed. It's not fair to you at all. I don't want to do you like that. I'm not fair to you at all to force you to make this thing work out when it was not worth working on; when I was not worth working on. No, I'm not worth it. Chicago can't be real if I had so much fun. Below freezing feels warmer than Florida's sun. Home's not home, but a constant reminder of a love now lost and a brand new divider. I step off the plane and reality hits: I swim all alone in an ocean of shit. Home's not home, but a constant reminder of a love now lost and the new boy inside her heart. I can't keep from torturing myself. I hate that you're with somebody else. I should care less, but I already know that. I'm the worst person ever, but you already know that.