I still care.
Even if I don't talk
I still care.
Even when I laugh
And I seem to forget
I still care.
And when I dance
And when I dream
And when I drink
To drawn the pain
I still care.
Perhaps is because I care
That I seem not to care.
Does that makes sense?
Of course not...
But who cares anyway.
Right? Right!
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