I care about you,
even if we never speak again.
I care about you,
even when I say I don't wanna be your friend.
I care about your birthday,
but does it even matter if I leave a note?
I remember it so well,
cuz your the main character
in the poems that I wrote.
I care about your future.
I consider your heart.
And I pray that your soulmate is kind
and they don't absolutely tear you apart.
Because I care about you.
But this causes me a lot of pain.
So I try to stop caring
to just feel a little more sane.
But I cared about you in cold
when my hands felt like they were frozen.
I cared about you,
even when I wished that I was the person
that you had chosen.
I care about you,
with angels they cry on my shoulder.
Wishing, praying, begging
that we had met for the first time
and together get older.
But what would have changed?
You would have actually cared about me?
Somewhere in that future...
You would have actually loved me?
I cared about you.
I really did.
And maybe I care about you still...
But I wanna be with someone
that will care enough to love me.
And maybe this time they will...
