You don’t care. I mean I expect you to care, but you don’t. If you did you would mind your words, or, which would be better, your actions. But in fact, even without doing anything at ALL you hurt. You don’t give a fuck, and I’m sick of being attached to you, of being worried about you.
As I get disappointed in people, they get disappointed in me, which is quite natural. Ok, deal: you don’t give a fuck and I don’t give a fuck either.

You may be with whoever you wanna be, and I’m with my boy. Everybody WINS. Everybody gets a piece of cake. It hurts now, but later it won’t, I know.