Who cares what I feel like in the morning?
Not you.
Who cares what my grades are?
Not you.
Who cares who I like?
Not you.
Who cares what I do after school?
Not you.
Who cares what I feel like wearing?
Not you. You don’t even look at me any more.
Why don’t you care?
Because you’re to into your life that I’ll never be a part of you will never see.
But I care, and I might even care about you, and I might want you to be part of my life but you will never know that for sure because you have already shut the door that connected your life and mine.
