No one knows exactly what happens to you after your phone is put down
Most people continue their day, not giving you a thought
Some might ponder, but won't ask you the thoughts they thought of
And I've become a victim to the both of them
But how can someone know the thoughts that bleed in your mind?
The memories you recollect about someone who has already burned theirs
Kinda pointless to think of them when you don't cross their mind
It's funny, not the type that creates laughter, but amusement
Because as reckless as I may be, I still care about you like you're my own
Even though it's not reciprocated to me

© Your Rejected Rose