You told everyone you were a care bear
But you don’t know how to handle my heart
You don’t know what it means to care
Because otherwise my heart wouldn’t be ripped apart
You told everyone you would fight for me
and would go through fire like a bold beast
You only fight for money and power, can’t you see?
You toss me around like prey, celebrate it like a feast
oh you, you beautiful bear, you stuffed with jealousy bear
you use your claws on me, you show me you are the silverback
And you hurt me so deeply, I don’t think that is care
which is odd, because bears don’t like leaders of a pack
I tried to stuff myself back together with needles and thread
but my eyes are leaking and my mouth stays taped
you want me to sit still and look like every other zombie-head
Mary wrote a book about me, in which I was monster-shaped
I wish you held me, consoled me, supported me and not like a ripped bear
because that is what it actually means to care
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 8:07 PM UTC
You told everyone you were a care bear
But you don’t know how to handle my heart
You don’t know what it means to care
Because otherwise my heart wouldn’t be ripped apart
You told everyone you would fight for me
and would go through fire like a bold beast
You only fight for money and power, can’t you see?
You toss me around like prey, celebrate it like a feast
oh you, you beautiful bear, you stuffed with jealousy bear
you use your claws on me, you show me you are the silverback
And you hurt me so deeply, I don’t think that is care
which is odd, because bears don’t like leaders of a pack
I tried to stuff myself back together with needles and thread
but my eyes are leaking and my mouth stays taped
you want me to sit still and look like every other zombie-head
Mary wrote a book about me, in which I was monster-shaped
I wish you held me, consoled me, supported me and not like a ripped bear
because that is what it actually means to care
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