Paroles de Care

Do you still care or do i sit here, running in place, with my hands in my hair?
And what if i said my friends hate my guts, cause all i talk about is how it was?

So do you still care that i still wonder who you're with and where?
I just want to speak, ask you how are things, i just want to sleep, come lay next to me.

Do you still care, or do i sit here hoping for love that won't ever come near?
And what if i said my friends hate my guts, cause i all ever talk about is love?

Do you still care that i still wonder who you're with and where?
I cannot sleep, barely speak, when i make myself sing-and cut, does this sting?

Then i do not care, who you're with and where your eyes may stare.
I mean, i'll try not to care, but i don't think i would survive out there.

And do you still care, that i still wonder who you're with and where?
That i still wonder who you're with and where,
That i still wonder who you're with and where.

Why do i still wonder who you're with and where?
Why do i still wonder who you're with and where?