I care.
I care about you,
like the little bird who flew.
I would carry you home,
you would no longer need to roam.
I would lift you high,
up to the sky.
I would be your wall,
never let you fall.
I could be your friend.
who's time you could spend.
I would have been the one you needed,
I even pleaded.
I would have been the light,
you know I'm right.
I did care.
I can't care,
because I can no longer bare,
your hateful glare.
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