It's irritating the way you assume I'm something,
Bad,
Like I'm something that you've once before,
Encountered,
And then lost.
So you believe now that the similarities make,
Sense,
I MUST be a hazardous so your brain becomes,
Difficult,
I MUST be hazardous.
Eventually you'll break down, eventually you'll,
See,
I'm not so evil, cold and careless, and she's not wrong for,
Me,
Wait and see.