Morbid Nights

I dont do love
And I don't care
I don't do this
These feelings I wont miss

I don't care about you
Neither do I care about love
I feel like I'm on drugs
My heart needs a hug

I'm releasing you
I care not
On another plain I rest
Riding in my distress

I give little thought
Tired of silent talks
Run run away
The child inside me can't stay

A French word means nothing
Can't listen to what I fail to understand
Tears in a basket
Soon we'll all end up in a casket