november's way.

All I have to be is honest,
To have them gone.

And it's okay.

To be left or to leave,
When you don't mean much
to the people you're with.

And it's okay.

To feel sad about it.
And make yourself believe that you aren't.
Because you've got no time for this.
Or want for them to worry.

And it's okay.

To end up alone,
at the end of the day.
Because nobody really wants you,
Not in that way.

It's okay.

It's not like you didn't see it coming.

-riri-