Apathy washes over me
A cold, numb tide.
And I sit here and ask why,
Without really caring to know the answer.
Scar tissue decorates my heart
For all the times I cared.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
Apathy washes over me
A cold, numb tide.
And I sit here and ask why,
Without really caring to know the answer.
Scar tissue decorates my heart
For all the times I cared.
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