You Don't Just Want to Break Me

This song played while I was on the treadmill last night. It hit close to home. During one of my minutes of walking, I grabbed my pen and scrawled the title (which is repeated a million times at the end of the song with varying degrees of pain and perhaps anger in Hawksley's voice) across my arm. I'm not sure what possessed me to do this, but it felt good. When it was time to start running again, I suddenly had far more energy, and spent my last block of running minutes going faster than I have since I started running.

you don't just want to break me (you want to tear me apart)

By Hawksley Workman

i feel like selling my things

i feel like being alone

can't tell if i'm more confused

after i hung up the phone

glad to hear you're feeling stronger

and that you're ready to grow

didn't know that i was in your way

thanks for saying it...

now i know

so this is how these things go

so this is how these things shake out in the end

see the winter settling in

it's going to be cold a while

in the winter everything's dead

deep and crisp and even

and this is how it feels to be left standing

to be the one who never did know

so this is how it feels to fade and pale

laid down like aching snow

you said that i had no courage

one day you'll see things different

you don't just want to break me

you want to tear me apart