I used to care, but how long can you care when it always gets you hurt?
It’s not as if I have to care, so why bother, when everyone treats you like dirt?
Until maybe one day, somebody will care back, it will be a reanimation of my heart.
But until that day, I'm done caring, since until then I don’t want to start.
Maybe if I could read minds, I wouldn’t have to worry anymore.
But until then, I'm locking myself and closing the door.
It’ll be at least a year before anyone notices, and probably 3 before anyone cares.
If I'm lucky, maybe one day somebody will return my stares.
Not that I care, since they are probably lying anyway.
But that’s an issue for another day.
I look at a photo for hours a day, and yet I know I shouldn’t try.
Since all that gets me is suffering, and now I no longer fly.
Flying is a metaphor that allows you to be free,
But you get in my way just like a tree.
And yet I still love you, despite it all,
Even when all it does is cause me to fall.
So I look into your eyes, again and again, despite knowing the truth, that you don’t care,
But I'll love you until someone else shows me love, and returns my stare.
And that will be the reanimation of my heart,
Or at least a chance to have a proper start.
So i’ll just wait until someone actually cares, and shows me such,
I really don’t think I'm asking for too much.
I want someone who feels the same,
So that I don’t have to feel the shame.
The shame of asking a question despite knowing the answer,
And once again having it proven that nobody cares.