It bugs me
More than it bugs you
You don’t see
But you see
The thing is
I do...
You don’t care
Not about that
Not about this
Not about you
Not about bliss
You’re not so happy
Nor am I
Often we’ll cry
Cause we don’t try
Maybe we do
Just not enough
And I’m starting to wonder
“How can I be tough…?â€
When all is hell
I see no good
But the sad thing is;
I probably should…
We’ll laugh
And hide
And play
And joke
Until we see
Through the smoke
You don’t care
So why should I?
You still expect ME to try?