Care (Faviere Joel)

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?