My Interpretation

To whom it may concerns,

You talk about life, you talk about death… And everything in between.. Like it’s nothing and the words are easy.. You talk about me, talk about you, and everything i do like it something that needs repeated.. I don’t need an alibi or for you to realise the things we left unsaid are only taking space up in our head.. Make it my fault win the game, point the finger place the blame.. It does me up and down, it doesn’t matter now! Coz i don’t care if i ever talk to you again. This is not about emotion! I don’t need a reason not to care what you say or what happened in the end. This is my interpretation and it don’t make sense (what ever..). The first to wish to count to ten. I hold my breath and wonder when it will happen, does it really matter? If half of what you said is true, and half of what i didn’t do could be different, would it make it better? If we forget the things we know, would we have somewhere to go? The only way is down i can see that now… I don’t care anymore.. Just leave me alone!

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