Now I'm at the end of my tether
A ghost from past comes to serenade me
I realised we've both changed too much
Others who barely care
Expect me to give a damn
at what they have to say

Inbetween the buried frustration
and the false smiles I hold
I know there's a relic of resolve
Somehow there's a reason
Why you want me to care
When I couldn't care less

Let me be, unless you actually
want to talk to me
And I knew, you would
never follow through
With me
With your self respect

The End

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