Low Care

While everyone's having a hard time letting go, the care I have is very low.

I'm having a hard time holding on.

Grieving over someone who's already gone.

Everyone's crying about people leaving.

While I'm dodging and weaving ever having a hurt feeling.

Meanwhile I'm just waving.

You won't see me shed a singe tear, you won't catch me caving.

I honestly don't care.

Me going through hell, because you're not there?

That's no fair.

So please just leave.

It won't be my soul you'll decieve.

So please just walk.

I don't really feel like hearing you talk.

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