Won't Believe Me

Well is it easier to pack your things and travel far away

Than facing your surroundings and embracing the mundane

I just started to move faster but you started to run

And I wore blinders so I didn't see how far you'd gone

I wanna see on both sides

You do it all the time when you're gone

And you're maintaining your composure

But I feel lazy and unproductive

An isolated introvert

And I'll accept that I won't make progress

But I can feel it start to turn

I'm sorry if I scared you when I started screaming

When you told me that you won't believe me

Picture this, I'm a mess

I'm a cynic's favourite cocktail mixed with melancholic-stress