Post by Fletcher on Apr 30, 2006 19:17:22 GMT -5
One day perhaps, I will care. You mad rantings are meaningless to be as you beg and beg, clinging to life on a faint string. You think I care? My thoughts are only to myself. Go away, your life means nothing to me. Did it ever? Will it ever? Such silly thoughts are those of children. Of course not, of course not. Now leave and go sing your sorrow somewhere else. I toss the apple of discourge. I sow the hate, I feed the fear, I weave the nightmares. You cry so softly, your voice so sweet, I almost care. If I ever care about anything, it will be you. My heart so sour, it turns to steel. Did I ever care? Perhaps one day I mighthave, but I can't remember anymore.
