i told you that I did not care.
i told my friends that i had cut you off, just as i did my hair.
i said that id move on, within a day, or maybe a week
but now i confess, that the thought of you still brings me to my knees
i confess that your voice still rings in my ears, and i miss the way you loved me.
because i care, i care more than you could ever think.