Expecting Me To Care

You expect me to care
When you won't tell me what's wrong
"Forget about it" is not an answer anymore
And "just drop it" is not an option
You either tell me what's wrong or I leave
So take your pick
I'm listening but all I hear is silence
Does the cat have your tongue?
I want to help you out
But when you dont tell me what's wrong it aggravates me
I'm giving you my shoulder to cry on
But instead you cry in your hands
You can't look me in the eye anymore
Is that because you know you'll see your reflection?
Or is it because everything you tell me is a lie?
Tell me the truth and really what is wrong
And I'll start caring
But until then I'm taking a step back so I'm out of reach from your hands.