I can still feel the crumpled paper thrown at me,
Past my dark clothes, you couldn't see
I'm not so different, though not the same
But still, as always, I get the blame
I don't hate you.
It's not something I'd do.
Indifference, in my opinion, is much worse
You don't matter enough to earn my curse
I really, truly, don't care.
Except, our lifetime is shared
That's what makes me cry.
You can hurt me, but I won't even try.
