What difference does it make, why does it matter
It's not like I ever really mattered to you either
And I can't help but feeling absolutely shattered
I'm so tired of grasping your runoff emotion
It's getting the best of me, making its way to the rest of me, wholly
Maturing this cancer, I thought there'd be an answer
But now that I see clearly I find holding things dearly is getting much harder
I wont last much longer, I wasted too much time now just hoping to get stronger
And you didn't help much, I'm not saying you didn't help once
But like everyone else, I really hoped for more