You've watched me since year one,
Three have since passed.
Your innocent black eyes,
Expectant; wanting something from me.

Leave me be; I will hurt you.
I don't care for
Your concerns,
Your hopes,
Your infatuation,
Your suffering.

I wanted to be friendly,
I wanted to be friends,
But like everyone else,
You, too, fell before me.

I'll be going; far away from you,
From your pained glances,
And attempts at avoiding me.
I'll be leaving; you'll see me,
Never again,
My face, my hair, my eyes,
Gone.

It's not that I don't like you,
But you're not like me,
I'm not from here,
And you're not from there,
So I have no space for you.

It's been fun, playing along,
But now I want to leave you be.
Goodbye, I'll be arranging the
Transistors, resistors and wires,
From above.

Stop calling,
I will not pick up.