"Why do I care?" is what you said to me. That question is haunting me. It's time you find out why... Do you enjoy watching me fall? Hearing my bones break as I hit the ground? Do you like it when my blood runs cold, turning your face to a memory? Everything you ever said, broken down inside of me. You've said too much. I laid my dreams beneath your feet, so please tread softly. For you tread on my dreams. Do you enjoy watching me fall? Hearing my bones break as I hit the ground? Do you like it when my blood runs cold, turning our love into treachery. Here's my answer You're dead to me. I feel nothing.
