It's not your problem

As far as I’m concerned you don’t care if I fall
It is not your problem if I go and loose it all.
Why on earth would you care, if I’m suffering inside
Like you said it’s not your problem, unless it kills your pride

Why the hell do you care? You just want me on the floor
You’ve done absolutely nothing to prove that you want more
It’s not like you can understand the things within my head
You’d rather not to question but get me over with instead.

It’s not your problem if I’m angry, it’s not your problem if I cry
It’s not your problem if I hate myself and contemplate to die
It’s not your problem if I’m fearful, it’s not your problem if I scream
It’s not your problem if I’m paralysed when waking from a dream

So if it’s not your problem, then what are you to me?
Just because I love you doesn’t mean it’s meant to be.
If I’m just a problem, than what am I to you?
Am I something precious? Something worthless? Something new?