But the truth is, it’s pointless. You don’t care.

And you can’t deny that I’ll be the one mistake you’ll carry forever and you can’t pretend now that you thought I’d forget to notice you were gone. But the truth is its pointless. I’ll make my own world somehow where I control who stays. You won’t leave because you won’t know how to run away. I’ll make you care that I am running here without you. I’ll make you care. And you can’t escape that I’m in your dreams, like you swim in mine. And you’ll live your whole life dreaming, your dreams will be free of me but the truth is its pointless. You don’t care.