The tears streaking down my face
blending into the rain
leaving a puddle at my feet
struggling to get away
but only from you
you seem to pull me back
but is it just an act
wishing i could tell the difference
between true and false
staying with her
but talking to me
do you like to confuse me?
do you take pleasure in it?
toying with my emotions
not caring if you hurt me
but i don't care
you're talking to me
so really...who cares?
