A time to kill

What I hate the most is that I care. I can´t help it, but I wish I could. But every time I see you glaring at the distance, or staring at the wall, and I know you´re not truthfully happy, then I´m not happy. I feel your moods. I try not to care, but it´s hopeless. When you´re down, I am too. I don´t know why, and honestly I don´t wanna know either. I just wish I could not care. But I can´t. And it´s killing me. Slowly. Slowly. Time to kill.