The 13th song on the album Lonely House by Grammatrain. Produced by Aaron Sprinkle for Up in the Mix, 1995. Written by Grammatrain.
I guess it's up to me to look like I'm the one who's fine
You can only see the one who's not like your own kind
I'll pretend to be okay and you that I'm not here
After I'm alone allow me to release my tear
Chorus:
I don't care, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
You are high above and I am much too low for you
We could never be the same I know we know it's true
I guess I'm just not good enough for Christ to shake my hand
I was born below you and I'll try to understand
(repeat chorus/fade)
I listened to this song a lot after the events leading up to my writing of The Man in Hiding.
Why should I care what you think? You broke up with me, mere days after pleading with me not to break your heart!
"I don't care, I don't care."
I tried to drum this into my mind. In some ways, I needed to, because I still cared for her a lot.
"I don't care, I don't care."
You care, I know you do; or maybe that's "did" and "cared". Until you made yourself too busy for the relationship. You set yourself on a pedestal, and condemned me for being 'weird'. You didn't give me a chance to explain or justify my existence any more.
"I don't care, I don't care."
In fact, I still care. Just not as much; this song has affected a change in me, among other influences.
So, who are you, anyways? Do I know anything about you anymore? Should I care?
"I don't care," I don't care.
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For reference sake, I no longer feel this way about this situation of the past. To all who care, know that I do care.