Its okay that I don't mean anything to you.
And its alright, if you'll never really trust me.
      (I don't care)
 
And yes it used to hurt.
It doesn't anymore.
     (or so I tell myself)

I just wish you'd think of me,
Just once, when I'm gone.
     (but I know you don't)

And I sometimes wonder which is worst,
To lose someone that loves you the way you love them
or to lose someone you never really had,
      (but wish you did)

But then...
      (its not really something you can compare)