Eight8

You don’t how I feel. You don’t get how hard it is for me to want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you, because you aren’t my type. I feel I have to let you down easy but you can’t get the hint. You like me, but you don’t know me. You think you do but you don’t. You only know what I have animal I have become, but I hate this person I am now. So stay around if you want, but I can’t be with you.