You’re not there every time when I needed someone to talk to.

Every time that I want to share something with you, when I want to open up what do I really feel. You’re always there though, always there to reject me. I don’t know if you do it intentionally or what. But it hurts you know? Sometimes I want to be mad at you and tell you about this matter but then I’ll let everything go, ‘coz I know you won’t give a single damn.