i don't know how to say this,
i'm not sure of where you are,

avoiding you like some wicked disease
it's consumed me, and it appears,

i've been affected anyhow.
i just hope you accept these three words,

that we can move on once admitting
my retched truth…

just say it already,
fine i will, but you won't hear.

deaf to my pleas, blind to my looks,
here's hoping you finally understand me.

& to your retreating figure i say;

i m i s s y o u.