You'd think by now I would have learned
Would have learned to run like hell
Because caring is a losing sentiment
But isn't that just what I do?
Lose
Lose games
Lose things
Lose people
Lose friends
Lose attention
Lose interest
Lose myself
Lose love
Lose time
Lose the things I care about
Lose the people I care about
Lose the people that said they care about me
It is a losing sentiment
It makes you susceptible
Susceptible to fear
To pain
To worry
To injury
It makes you vulnerable
And it seems that much as I shout otherwise
Vulnerable is the only thing I know how to be
I am not strong
I am not invincible
I am weak
I am fragile
I can't figure out how to care for myself
And yet I care about you
This has happened before
And it's turned out alright
But it feels different this time
I think I'm losing you
I think I've lost you
I'm scared to death
I'm sorry
This isn't how it's supposed to be
But then again it never is
At least give me a note before you're gone
I want to know why you left
But... I already know, don't I?
Because you decided to join the hoardes
Because people don't stick around for me
They don't care about me
I'm not worth caring about
I'm not worth caring for.
I'm not worth jack shit
You realised that
And left
Decided not to say a damn thing
Because you
Didn't
Want
To hurt
My
Feelings
Well too goddamn bad
I'm hurt
I'm broken
Always have been
Always will be
I hope you're happy
Because I'm ruined
And I hate it
