Her meaningful looks,
And desperate pleads
And mournful sighs,
Meant nothing to me.
Her hysterical cry’s
Filled with lament
Everything she said,
She never meant.
The knowledge that,
She couldn’t really care less,
Made me not give a shit,
But gave me stress,
Because in my heart,
I really did love her,
Or maybe I just loved,
What we were. |