Will You Care?

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You see me every day,
Each time you say,
'What happened to your arm?'
'Are you okay?'

And each time you ask,
I come up with a different lie,
'It was just the cat',
I have many alibis.

No one ever seems to notice,
I'm slowly falling down,
It's like I'm screaming,
But I can't make a sound.

One day I won't be here,
And neither will you,
But I might be gone too early,
And what will you do?

You will go to my funeral,
Say that you cared,
But deep down you know,
You were never really there.

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