SPNBrony

Sammy's Dream Yellow eyes peer at me from the corner. He's back. "What do you want?" He says that he needs me. I tell him to shove off.  But he won't. "You're chosen, kiddo. Come with me and you'll see."   "There's no way in hell I'm going with you." "Speaking of Hell, I hear your brother's doing well."    Suddenly I see the flames, all around the room, all on the ceiling…    And I see my precious Jess, hanging there, screaming. I wake up; I'm in my hotel room. No one's there. Except my guilt. And Azazel, who lives in my dreams.

I don't care. Not for your attitude, Not for your slick remarks. What am I to say, When all you do is complain- About my friends, about your Enemies. All about your life, I don't care. I love you, But I can't handle this. You keep at it, When you should know that Others have it worse than you. I don't care. I'll be there when you're sad, But I won't stand to hear your bitching- Because I don't care. Your anger is ridiculous, And your voice scares the ones around you. Who wants to know About the girl who pissed you off so bad? I don't care. Your problems aren't really problems. Ohh, and I don't really care. You ask m