"It was dark as I drove the point home; and on cold leather seats. Well, it suddenly struck me..I just might die with a smile on my face after all"
I just cannot care anymore. If I've carried this song long enough with me, through all the troubling thoughts, I can get by without you. There are plenty who appreciate my sense of self..right? oh damnit, why do I miss you and why do I want to know if you miss me in any way or have you given me up so quick. It wasn't for me, at least I don't believe so though you've insisted. I refuse to believe you ever cared enough about my feelings to consider me now.
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