By The End Of The Day

By the end of the day
It's still you I think of
Why that is...
Well I'll never care to know.

It doesn't matter if
I think of someone else
The thought of you always
Creeps inand invades everything.

So, I'm puzzled at why no matter what
You're still the focus of my attention,
No matter how far or near...
So just tell me how messed up
That could possibly be,

Given you probably don't even
Give a rat's ass and I doubt
You'd even bother to even once
Think about me.