That you've said that you love me doesn't inspire a response
If you do or do not does not matter you're in a world so surreal
I am sorry if this is nonchalant I don't owe you a reply
I don't owe you my time
Even when you threaten suicide
I can't tell you what I do not feel
You are better off to know what's real
I don't love you and I think you should know
I care but I also know love isn't fair
If you feel it inside
It is like a disease
And to overcome it
You must burn in agony
Repeatedly
Until there is nothing left
But memories
And regret
