I Quit

She's too busy in her own mind thinking about a boy who could care less about her.
She's too busy gathering up a bunch of feelings that should've been over with months ago.
She's too busy wasting tears over someone that has clearly given up and moved on.
She's too busy reminiscing and smiling like a fool, even if it means nothing to him.
She's too busy saying how unfair life is, even though she's the one who let go of him.
She's too busy trying to run away, but failing because her thoughts caught the last train before her.
She's too busy dreaming of fantasies that should of could of would of happened, but didn't.
She's too busy eyeing him from a distance, when he never pours a word into her atmosphere.
She's too busy and has gotten fired, fired from love.
She's too busy applying for another job but the boss brings back flashbacks and memories of the past.
She's too busy that her clients keep neglecting her customer service.
She's too busy she's distracted, it's like she's completely lost and unorganized; no one knows where she went.
She's too busy puzzling pieces of confusion and rejection together.
She's too busy deciding if it's worth it or not.

She's willing to have another chance.
She's ready, prepared, and unstoppable.
She's not busy anymore, because that boy is now kicked out of the door.