I feel so misrepresented.

False facts, they’re never ending.

You’ve only scratched my surface;

now you think you’re perfect?

Know me? You know “of” not “because.”

And that right there was the death of us.

See you soon? No, see you never.

You dumbed me down, surprise bitch, I’m clever.

All I wanted was for you to ask, to listen…

instead you chose to be silent, distant.

What’s going on in your brain?

Thinking about it just makes me more drained.

Get lost, not found.

I’m better off when you’re not around.

Being next to you now seems daunting.

Your smirk and harsh eyes are forever haunting.

I just hope you can respect my space.

And by space, I mean to stay away.