Every step you take,

is one step away from me.

Farther and farther you go,

in the opposite direction I do.

You won't talk to me,

no matter what I do,

no matter how hard I try.

I pissed you off, insulted you,

and wasted away all the opportunities,

all the opportunities to get to know you.

Nothing I've ever wanted more,

don't know why I didn't act and speak,

took the cowardly way out,

and now it will haunt me for the rest of my days.

You walk on by, without giving me a glance,

why won't you at least flip me the bird,

telling to fuck off would not hurt as bad,

as bad as when you do not even acknowledge my prescience.