What to Feel

Do you know what you're doing

'cause I sure as Hell don't.

Can you tell what you do to me

because I sure as Hell won't.

You make me hurt and rage

and not stand your sight.

But then your shoulder's there to cry on

and you tell me it's allright.

I can't tell if you care

or if you stay out of pitty.

I don't know if you make me happy

because I feel really shitty.

I give my time and effort

just to see you smile.

But your laughs seem like

 the tears of a crocodile.

So much I want to say

impeded by my fear.

So much I try to tell you

so much that you don't hear.

I don't know why I bother

I don't know why I stay.

I don't know why I care this much

but I do it anyway.