To be bluntly honest, I really don’t care
Her life seems to slowly be slipping away
I don’t think she understands what’s happening
She hates in the day, I know she cries at night
Oh well, she doesn’t matter to me
Deep down, she still loves me, wants me back
Expressed by glances across the room
that turn to glares if I look towards her
I laugh in spite, and turn back to my friends
Horrible, heartless, is that what you think?
Well damn, you think a lot like her
Doesn’t matter to me, I already know
At least I accept what I am
And I didn’t hurt her, not really
She pretty much did herself in with her need
I probably shouldn’t have laughed though
I probably shouldn’t have applauded her fall
oh well
She’ll probably hate me forever
For sure, I’ll never care
God knows she isn’t a perfect flower either
That bitter, withered, sour rose
But you know, being bluntly honest, I really don’t care
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