No, I don’t.

No, I don’t think of you.

Like I don’t think about the sun

That shines warmly on me

As I walk against the cold winds.

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No, I don’t care about you.

Like I don’t care about all the sleep

That I keep losing over you

Knowing, one day, it’ll embrace me anyway.

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Of course, I don’t pay attention to you.

Like I don’t pay attention to the air

That feeds my very existence

Only to feel truly alive in your presence.

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No!

I don’t think.

I don’t care.

I don’t pay attention.

I just, love.