Wait, hold on, give a second.
I need to make sense of this.
You're rejecting me,
because I'm too good for the Miss?
Are you serious?
This has got to be a joke.
I'm so confused right now.
On my words I did choke.
I don't get it.
I was honest.
I don't know I was upfront.
I told you everything I thought,
I was quite blunt.
Yet you think I'm too good?
You have to playing.
I feel like I'm being tricked,
can't believe what you're saying.
Selfless or not.
I need you to explain this to me.
You think I'm above you,
and that's why we can't be.
No.
You're ridiculous and confused.
Instead of being complimented,
I feel like the accused.
How could you think that,
I'm not what you think.
Half the time,
I think I'm just on the brink.
Moving on though.
I really don't understand.
I thought I was the supply,
and you had the demand.
Some how though,
you slipped through my hands.
And just like that,
it was the end of our plans.
Damn.