No longer wearing my heart on my sleeve, it gives me nothing but an infectious disease.
A disease called caring and giving a ****, something I can’t do anymore, I’m not fit.
Back in the shell I created long ago, don’t expect a smile; I’ll never let it show.
I burden I can no longer bear, a sense of loneliness that’s always been there.
I just want to be loved and thought about, but this is my punishment, no doubt.
This feeling of being hated I can’t shake, I don’t know how much more I can take.
You’re being so cold, so distant, why should I try if you’re not going to listen.
I want the throw in the towel, just give up, but I love you too much.
But love isn’t a one way street, and I’m the only one on it, where are we supposed to meet?
Or are you not here, are you far away?  Waiting for me to die and decay.