I Don't Care

I don't even know what's real anymore.
I don't even know what kind of person you really are. You might be lying to me, and I might be taking everything in like a little bitch, because I'm so kind I believe those who seem genuine. Well, you know what? I don't fucking care if you keep lying to me. Keep doing it, I'll pretend to believe you if it makes you feel better. It isn't like I care anymore, like it matters. It ends as quick as it 'started'.