Sometimes I dream about a different life.
One where I don't care about the people who can't treat me right.
A life where I don't keep coming back, hoping for something new,
where I'm not lonely and being played a fool.
Yet here I am, worried you might not make it home tonight.
Laying on the couch wondering if I ever even cross your mind.
Here I am giving a shit about you, knowing you don't even care.
Left and forgotten on the ground, knowing I'll never be found.
