Tragedy

Do you still care,
or do I sit here running in place with my hands in my hair?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause all I talk about is how it was?

So do you still care that I still wonder who you're with and where?
I just want to speak,
ask you how are things,
I just want to sleep,
come lay next to me.

Do you still care,
or do I sit here hoping for love that won't ever come near?
And what if I said my friends hate my guts, cause I all ever talk about is love?

Do you still care that I still wonder who you're with and where?
I can not sleep, barely speak, when I make myself sing-and cut, does this sting?
Then I do not care, who you're with and where your eyes may stare.
I mean, I'll try not to care, but I don't think I would survive out there.
And do you still care, that I still wonder who you're with and where?
That I still wonder who you're with and where,
That I still wonder who you're with and where.
Why do I still wonder who you're with and where?
Why do I still wonder who you're with and where?

Vent but not.
It's mostly for my character but it still fits me. *shrug*

I love this character so much