People fall in love everyday, but to me you're just another face
Another place holder to fill the gap
Another cigarette that will eventually be burned away
Another candle to be blown out
Another storm that will be blown away and move on to the next town
It's nothing personal, it's been this way for a while now
And while in your moments you feel everything, I feel nothing
Does that make me a bad person for not feeling the same?
For not wanting to be more than this?
You think there's something wrong with me, I know
But I find comfort in this apathy
It's better this way, to not be attached
It's better for me not to fall in love
Or to see what makes a person special
In fact, I think I'm better at finding what makes a person the same as everyone else
Rather than what makes them different
I'm better at finding reasons not to like a person
It's just easier that way