can't stop thinking about that person:
that girl you used to be.
and how the person you've turned into don't mean much to me.

I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

I've been silent for too long now.
just biding my own time.
loose ends seem to wrap themselves up and tangle in my mind.

everything is clear in retrospect,
if not a little gray.
I guess there's nothing I could have done to make you stay.

I guess it doesn't matter anymore.

why can't
I feel
anything besides distrust today?

what's right?
what's real?
does it really matter anyway?

I'm growing ever tired
and there seems so much ahead:
more trying times and fading lights and things to go unsaid.

so I'll just sit here forever
a cold uncaring shell.
And one day when you pass me by I'll think it's just as well.

I guess it didn't matter after all.

why can't
I feel
anything besides distrust today?

what's right?
what's real?
does it really matter anyway?