Care

I don't think you care, about me,
I totally don't you do care about me,
I don't think you care about me.
My sense of style , my personality,
you don't care, never will care and won't care
and I probably should never ever care what you fucking think.
You blow roses, you smell pink and you obviously don't care what I think,
or what I feel now, you don't care.
I don't need you to care,
I just need you to care that I am moving elsewhere.
So elsewhere.