I'm an idiot, aren't I?
I go around, pretending I don't see it,
pretending I don't feel it,
pretending I don't care,
but the minute you walk out of the room
or I can't hear your voice,
I break down inside
because I know that
I am only trying to talk myself
into living into a cloud of oblivion,
that I am lying to myself
and that I really do care
