I say that I don't care about it, but, do I?
I say that it doesn't bother me, but, does it?
I keep saying that I’m over it,
but, do my actions match my words?
I say all this when I know it's not true.
Even though I want it to be.
I say this but, when I'm gone,
I hope you notice.
If I cut my hair, wear a new dress.
I hope you'll notice.
And I hate that.
I hate that I want you to care.
I hate that when I'm gone and come back
you notice.
When I cut my hair and wear a new dress
you notice.
I hate that you actually care.
I want you to only notice me and get jealous.
Jealous of what could have been.
When I’m talking to another guy,
I want you to notice.
When I'm sitting with him,
I want you to notice.
For you to get jealous, mad,
and regret what you did to me.
For you to accept the fact that you can’t have me,
and give up on me,
just like how I gave up on you.