I am indifferent to your pain I cannot feel the hurt the rage or blame The anger I don't handle well Are you in hell? I cannot tell I see you lie there on the ground
My only interest is the round, the caliber, or the speed of car that hit you. Its Vehicular. Was it mine? Approach and angle. Incident report. I am indifferent to thought outside of that that makes me who I am. I don't hate you. I'm the man
who said, " I love you" and "We're friends" and things that tore your mind to shreds I only know you're mad as hell. I didn't know. I couldn't tell. How could I know? I only said those words to get you into bed.