"Friends"

Please, don't care.
Tell me all your good news...
Tell me the bad.
But don't ask about me,
Cause that might make me sad.
See, I'm used to this friendship,
And the way it's regressed.
You don't care about me,
So I guess that's for the best.
Cause the giving I gave?
Was getting too old
I reached out for warmth,
All you gave me was cold.
And the realization
Is hard to bite back
What I miss about you,
Is something I never really had.
Our "friendship".