I've stopped telling you things because I've realized that you really don't care.
I try to talk to you about the things going on in my life but you barely listen.
I can tell that you really don't give a shit.
When I talk to you about something serious you start focusing on other things and change the subject.
You say that I'm important to you but you sure don't act like it.
It's nice to know that on the way down to hell you'll be running up ahead with your other friends.
