It's hard to write about things I know so well

When the things I know

Are missing you to the depths of hell.

I don't know how it feels to love

I don't know the first thing about romance.

I don't know what it's like to hear the sound of your heart being torn in two

Cause I don't care about mine

It may have already shattered

Or it could be in shreds

It could still work

Or it may be already dead.

I can't cry whenever it hurts the most

I'll feel the tears threaten to come but they never do

I feel a lot, but also feel so little

It's hard to hurt my feelings

But with a few simple words you can belittle

Sometimes I wish I knew myself better

And sometimes I couldn't care less

How do you live though,

When the person you should know.

The ones that stares back at you.

Is the one person you don't know at all?