...simply blue*

i could set myself on fire for you but i doubt that you'd care...so i won't.
i could write a thousand songs about you and sing them all to your ear, but i doubt that you'd listen to them... so i won't.
i could cut your heart in pieces with a sharpened knife, as sharpened as your toungue, but i doubt that you'd feel it... so i won't.
i could pack my things and take the next train to nowhere, i doubt that you'll miss me, but i might as well do it.