You accompanied her to her music exam,
yet you called her a 'he'.

Did you two hve a great time together?
Did YOU hve a great time with her rather than with me?
I don't really care anymore.
Because showering you with care and concern doesn't pay a fucking bit.
Asking you how are your studies going, you just seem too eager to leave the conversation.
It's okay, I'm used to it, used to your devil-may-care attitude.
But when you're in such good spirits I find it so hard to turn away that I come throwing myself at you again.
You don't care.
Whenever things were getting better, you came in again.
And it's seriously a laughing stock on me when you don't even know what the hell's going on.
You don't give a damn about me, but I give all about you,
because I care, because you matter a whole big deal to me.

But not anymore.




I bet this isn't the first time, that you lied for reasons I don't know.
All these secrets you keep to yourself...

Yet I wasn't upset that you lied to me.
I ought to be, shouldn't I?

But no.


Because I grew up in lies, were taught how to lie, and they're just an integrated part of my life.

I suppose hypocrisy works best for me, to erase whatever that's scarring me, and for you, who never bothered to know what you say and what you do hve always affected me.