Matter

I’d like to say that any of this matters.

But when it boils down to it,

I really don’t care anymore.

I’m used to being the bad guy.

Hell, I’m okay with being alone

all the fucking time.

 

Go ahead, ruin me.

Go ahead, ruin everything around me.

I’ll only cry in my locked room.

You’ll never see me cry.

 

You like to say it matters.

But all you do, is make everything worse.

Maybe I’m resentful,

maybe you’ve gone to far.

Only destroying the one thing I cared for.

 

I’ll try to act like it matters.

I’ll try to act like I matter.

 

Or maybe one sunny day

I’ll end it all

to show you how little

it all really matters.

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