Sometimes i find it hard to care,
if i was to take another breath of air,
if i was to tie my shoes or comb my hair,
Sometimes i find it hard to care,
about what you hav to say to me,
about all the things you think i should be,
about going out or what we're having for tea,
Sometimes i wonder if i could care,
about all of these would it make life easier to bare?
but i don't want to even try,
cause then i would care about if i die.
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