I'm past caring

I ain't gonna go to you, any of you anymore, you just come to me when you need me, it's here I will be.

Funny how gravity roots us to the ground, yet holds nothing more than physical things.
What about heartbreaks, what about our dreams? What about directions, what about our thoughts that drift?
Now we stand and wonder if they are just non-existent things.


I loved you with a fire red, now it's turning blue
You said sorry like an angel, Heaven let me think was you

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