caring is too much to bare
There's to many places I'd rather be.
To sit back and let you do this to me.
It's killing me inside.
Why can't you see?
It's not that easy For me to let things be.
In a simple life I would just leave.
Instead I rattle my head thinking of ways to forget you like last night's dream.
Cause there's too many places I'd rather be.
To just sit back and let this happen to me.
I can see now you could care less that this is killing me.
So I'll purge myself from the inside and leave you erased like a story I never did write.