It Doesn't Matter To Him

If I think about it, I am successful, as it were.

I get to sing for lovely people all over this lovely world.

And I am nowhere near as awkward as I was when I was younger.

I guess I'm one of those guys who gets better looking as they age.

And even though I have felt beaten down by constant doubt,

Depression, and confusion brought about by people's actions, death, and tax forms,

I keep getting up. And I am loved by all my friends and family;

Though, there have been lots of raised eyebrows

And concerned glances lately.

It doesn't matter to him.

I could be anything,

But I could never win his heart again.

It doesn't matter to him.

He took away my AAA pass.

I am invisible to him.

And now I feel the soft, pink flesh of my heart hardening

To the countless possibilities contained within each day.

Vulnerability feels like a cold, wet concrete room lit with fluorescent light,

Which, as you know, makes everything look bad.

I still keep trying to figure out how I became irrelevant,

How I got myself evicted from his heart from one day to the next.

And the worst part is that, even if I got an answer right now,

It would not change anything because we have become two strangers.

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It doesn't matter to him.

I could be anything,

But I could never win his heart again.

It doesn't matter to him.

He took away my AAA pass.

I am invisible to him.