I'm worried
She thinks I don't care
That I've simply moved on
When I feel tears at the back
Of my eyes all the time.
I don't go out much,
Too busy in my room
Losing myself to
Endless stories.
I'm worried
She is already over me
In a way,
When all her smiley faces
Make my stomach turn up
And down.
God I'm so worried
She will hate me
And think I'm a monster
Because if she did
I'd believe her.