it isn't that I don't care any more
or that I could care any less
it just all comes to the point
when the will to fight is gone
I didn't hide the truth
it was always shining through
you know it and so do I
how can you be sad, if what you didn't have
is suddenly gone in the night
and it wasn't the span of miles
the distance in between you and I
that breaks us apart in the end
it is when one cares too much
and the other cares too little
without a bridge to connect in the middle
it isn't that I don't care any more
or that I could care any less
it just all comes to the point
when the will to fight is gone
I didn't hide the truth
it was always shining through
you know it and so do I
just be glad, for the time that we had
I didn't hide the truth
it was always shining through
you know it and so do I
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