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Tell me.
Tell me how you hate it.
Tell me that you need me to change,
You need me to care more.


For,
The time you needed me the most, I was gone.
The time we got worse, I left.
The time I decided it was over, I couldn't be straight to your face.

Sometimes I get the feeling,
That it never was a real friendship.


Sometimes I get the feeling,
That you're the only one who still cares even when it's over.



As 'strong' as I was,
The sad part is --
I loved you more than you could ever know.


I lied.
I said it wouldn't matter.
I said it wasn't a mistake to act this way.
I said I was gone until you accepted it.
I knew it'd never happen.


I wouldn't call it crawling back, I wouldn't call it repentance, You're not god.
I can't do more than apologize and hide in what we used to have.

And,
You shouldn't.
You shouldn't take me back, you shouldn't accept me.


You want to know why...?
Because I never would.


But,
No,
Do you honestly give a ********?
No, you'd have it any way you could.
You're a TRUE friend.
I'm not so much.




So,
If caring more is what I am to do,
Sign me up.
I'll do what I have to do to take it all back and make it like when we first started talking, I mean, isn't that what you want?