There it is
That feeling
That feeling I'm your stomach
When you care too much to let them walk out
But you let them leave anyway
When you want to tell them you love them
But they don't love you so what's the point
So you do what you do best
You sit in a hallway and cry
Forgot the razor blades at home
So I'll just sit here
Like I do everyday waiting for someone to care
You know that I love you
But you choose not to care
So have a nice life
While I sit here and slowly fall away
