I don't care;
these "feelings" you have,
they're not mutual.

You can love me, if you want.
To you I'm a summer sun on a frigged winters day.
The last gulp of air in the vacant vacuum of space.

But I wont love you
To me your a dim streetlight on a full moon night.
The stale air in a commended and broken house.

These "feelings" you have, they're not mutual.