I don't think it really matters to you anymore.

There's a recurring thought I have, that gives me nightmares.
It's really damn upsetting.
It's that no matter how much I give you, how strong I can stand for you,
you don't care.
If I were to die tonight, I might never run through your mind again.
The worst part is, that this feeling isn't grounded in some paranoid teenage hormone imbalance.
It's that you've told me this is so.
I wish I could say I hate you, but I never could. I never will.
And the earth will just keep on spinning.