wildathearts

You talk about me, you talk about you, And everything I do. Like it's somethin' that needs repeating. I don't need an alibi, For you to realize, The things we left unsaid Are only taking space up in our heads. Make it my fault, win the game. Point the finger, place the blame. And toss me up and down. Doesn't matter now, Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care. What you say, or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation, And it don't, don't make sense. The first two weeks turn into ten, I hold my breath and wonder when it'll happen. It doesn't really matter, If half of what you said is true, And half of what I didn't do could be different, Would it make you better? If we forget the things we know, Would we have somewhere to go? The only way is down, I can see that now. Cause I don't care if I ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion, I don't need a reason not to care. What you say, or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation, And it don't, don't make sense.