In conclusion I’d like to say it’s getting better.
And in conclusion I’d like to say it’s only fair.
It’s not about anything in particular because you don’t care.
I’d like to tell you something that would matter
and take away the things that make you cry.
Now words that could be said you’ll never hear them,
but don’t ask why, don’t ask why.
I thought that I heard a voice that sounded like you.
I passed a street that takes me far away.
A given chance becomes a chance not taken because I don’t care.
I’d like you to say something that would matter
and to see the person that you’ve learned to hide.
Now words that could be said I’ll never hear them.
