Ask me if I give a fuck. I'm standing here staring at this gift you took for granted, you overlooked, you pushed aside. I'm standing here moving all the shit you bought and let sit there. None of this has moved for five fucking years. You would say I can't be serious, I'd ask if you were kidding.
five fucking years of a life sentence. Went into a coma after 2, and at that point I only did what I had to do. Made my self sick, trying not to throw it back on you. I'm out. I'm done. God Damn. All the beautiful things I said and did were to convince myself we had a chance, knowing I was wrong all along. I completely poured my heart out, leaving a shell you dressed to put in a coffin. Push me to give more than you deserve, then you ask me.
You ask me if I give a fuck. Nope.