I Could Care Less

by, Cassandra

Right now I'm letting you know... I've given you everything. Anything you could possibly want to know about me is right there in your reach. But you couldn't care less.

Don't you understand? I've hidden these things from you for so long, and you never even realized. Now I'm stripping myself raw, and letting you know that this... this is me. This is everything I could ever possibly be.

But you couldn't care less.

I've told you so many half-truths over the years, so it's no surprise that you didn't recognize the lies when they're staring you right in the face. You believed. You believe. You... have no idea what I'm talking about, do you?

But I could care less.

I'm wearing a brand new mask these days. It's called "The Truth". It's called being real. It's me. It's me, and it's nothing of you. You've got no part in this role I've finally found the strength to play. This is me.

But you couldn't care less.

These days, you're too busy feeling sorry for yourself. These days, you're too busy giving everything you have to everybody else. These days, you don't even know I'm alive. These days... you're as dead to me as I am to you.

And you couldn't care less.

But I could care less.