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A part of your life, that you want to just shut the door.
A box thrown away in the trash. A part of your life, that you just want to pass.
Deleted like a computer file. It don't make me smile.

You don't care about me, anymore.

After all that I have done for you. It really makes me blue.
I'm just a guy from the past. It makes me want to cry.
I think me, see, you just want deny
Just somebody in your rearview mirror.
do, blue
Like a small town on the interstate, that
you just fly by.

You don't care about me, anymore.

John, when you met him,
I was in a perpetual night, never seeing
the dawn.
Me, you regret. I am sure, see, me you just want to forget.

You don't care about me, anymore.

You just don't care. It's like I was not even there.
You're not somebody else's wife.
It's like I was not even in your life.
That makes me see, want to cut myself deep with a knife.
Like I don't even exist. I can see that I am really not missed.

You don't care about me, anymore.

A feeling that's not great. A feeling that I really hate.
It makes me cry. It makes me ask why.
You just blow by, you just go by. You don't know, see how much you hurt me.