Faint Impressions Through a Neighbour's Window.

It hurts to care
It tears to cry
It pains to think
It lies to smile

Apathy
Is trees in the desert
Shade in the sun
Freedom with a gun

I hurt to feel
And feel to think
And reel the feelings
Off the brink
I cry the tears
And dry my fears
And smile away
Their stares, their cares.

It hurts to care
It pains to feel
So apathy is my
More than real.