worker bee

Looking back on the past I can't believe I expected us to last I should've known better All those times that I asked How you were feeling You never told me the truth Though I really did care Every interaction that we have Makes me want to rip my heart out of my fucking chest Every single time that we speak I feel a part of me start to dwindle A feeling that I can't even start to describe If you ever hear this I really hope you're doing well now