I'm slowly dying from the inside out
and apparently you haven't noticed.
I can't stand to be around you,
but its all I have to do.
How can I say I hate you,
when I said the opposite just yesterday?
Just another unmotivated lie.
An automatic, instinctive lie.
The kind I hate.
Why can't I think before I say?
You won't take my hints,
Why won't you stay away?