time to miss me,
time to care,
time to think about me,
when I'm not there.
What do I need,
what do I want,
what should anyone
deserve?
Bullet flying
through the air
at the speed of sound,
leaves no time to think,
but true love steps
up to the plate
and takes one for the team,
better me than you, right?
So, I know that
you don't have the time
to think about me,
or miss me,
or love me,
and how does that
m
a
k
e
me
feel
?
?
?
Do I even matter?
