the social butterfly, the girl who nods a good morning, raises her coffee mug to hello. shooting smiles to strangers running by, i'm done, i'm over wearing myself on my sleave. i'm pulling this little flag in and calling it a day.
use to be i was ice. stone. don't know you, don't want to know you. i was better that way.
-you can't wipe the smile off my face now...it's gone now
-you can't yell dumb thoughts and get in now, i've got earplugs...
-you can't ruin my day today, i see through you first.
july takes her rain and messy hot weather and exits another year. she was tough. she was hard. and she's tired as hell.