When I see your face
I can feel my heart sinking,
So why bother looking at you?
I'd give anything
to know what I've been thinking
bothering to care like I do.

Ashamed as I am
to say that I have missed you,
I now make a movement for change.
Not sure if I can...
It's a shame I'll still see you
Knowing we will not feel the same.

Silence is painful,
but as priceless as the truth,
So why bother speaking to me?
Words take such effort-
Far too much effort for you-
Why bother with what's not easy?

I'd hate to admit
I did not see this coming,
And I've been bothered to tears.
But what can I do
to make myself mean something?
'Why bother?' is pretty damn clear.
 
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