Trying to care less

I get tired and upset
And I'm trying to care a little less
When I google I only get depressed
I was taught to dodge those issues I was told

Don't worry

Cos no doubt
There's always something to cry about
And when your stuck in an angry crowd

They don't think what they say before they open their mouth

Pack Up your troubles in your old kit bag 
and bury them beneath the sea
I don't care what the people may say
what the people may say about me
Pack Up your troubles get your old grin back
don't worry bout the cavalry

I don't care what the whisperers say
cos they whisper too loud for me

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