MarkBark

If you don’t care, I don’t care
We don’t belong together, ‘cause
We don’t belong anywhere.
If you’re not sure, I’m not sure
What all these tears are falling for,
Let’s decide not to care anymore.

Awake in a white washed tomb,
Awaiting the hand of doom,
With our tickets to some distant patch of sky.
Employing a few choice words,
We flutter like captive birds,
Finally free, but still afraid to fly.

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