who cares?
second thoughts
Left to come undone Why keep your composure Thy to hide it When no ones looking back at you Watch them waltz Into the Sun The road before us Crumbles to dust To go somewhere No one can find us Oh, I know That every time you say I look the other way my dear Well who cares That much anyway Who cares About what they say 'cause nothing matters At the end of the day In time When we grow old We won't care about Those little things at all