Wake
  Wash
    Eat
      Commute
        Work
          Eat
    ­    Work
      Commute
    Eat
  Wash
Sleep

Does this ever happen to you?
You get into a messy, ugly fight,
but you lose steam about half way through
when you realize you’re the one who’s wrong.
Now, you want to stop arguing; you really do.
But for some idiotic ineffable reason
your mouth won’t do what your brain tells it to.
So you keep spouting nonsense with all your might
and continue to quarrel without a clue.

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Heartbreak, sorrow, and broken bits of me
Look at what you've done to me
The days turn dark and extremely cold
I should have listened to what they told
They told me no, that it was all a lie
But I couldn't resist that look in your eye
And now that I've fallen - hard and fast
I now know we weren't meant to last

They say that when you're running, locking your eyes on a distant object makes it easier to push through until the end.

That far away object holds no real power over you. It can't heal your aching muscles or replenish your lungs of much needed oxygen. It somehow just... makes it easier.

Maybe that object is where you've decided you want to end your run next week; and maybe you've already got your next object picked out. This is good. This is ideal.

Maybe the object is your bottle of water, sitting on the ground at the end of your driveway, and maybe you're only trying this hard because you're driven by thirst. This is not ideal. But creating motivation may be a step in the right direction.

Maybe the object is of no significance and maybe you're only looking because without that object... without something to cling on to... you may not make it to the end. Quitting is not an option. This is the best you're doing given the circumstances. These circumstances are not ideal. But what you're doing is good. You will not stop.

Regardless of the motivation, or lack of motivation
You lock on.
You cling to it.
You Don't. Stop. Running.

Break my heart this once, my love
If only to put it back in chains
Break my heart this once
So I know what it's like to live again

Break my heart so I can breathe
Break it to pieces, so there is no sheath
Break it, so it lay bare, for all to see
So they can't ask me, what I chose to be
Break it, so I can feel the hurt
And let it be a part of me

So say it, my love
And walk out that door
I will love you no less
For breaking my heart
I will only love you more