You still think I'm infatuated with you. You think every time you happen to catch my eyes in your direction that I'm looking at you, watching you, hawking you like you're my prey. You think every time I happen to brush against you that I'm doing it on purpose because I just have to touch you.
Well you're wrong. Stop reading into things. You're not all that.
Time to get off your high horse there, bud. |
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