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.