You said that I'm a loser
Who talks a lot about loving you without even try to approach you
Who keep silent when your past still haunting you
Who could not make you to be focused to look at me

Well, how should I put it?
It's no use to examine a specimen
When the coarse and fine focus were not rotated exactly the way it should be to look at the object

You will never see the object – nor  my venture