I never really cared about Christmas or your birthday Finding out your friends still hate me. Cause I'm stuck in my old ways. I never want to see you again. Then you call on my birthday And said you were sorry for that one day in August It was sunday, you weren't sorry then. I don't know if we can get back all the love that I thought we had. Cause I don't want to hear about your new boyfriend You met just last week cause I never really cared about who you let inside your sheets So I write this song, some sing alongs and try to get some sleep and maybe next year This world will revolve around anyone but me.