Do You Care?Mature

Baby, I'm bleeding, pleading...

Begging you to love me

....to at least care.

But you never will

...you never did.

Baby I'm crying, dying...

Lying on the ground,

With a pillow of my tears

A bed of my blood.

And you still don't care...

Ha!

Stupid me for thinking you ever would.

The End

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