can you tell me when you get tired of me?
can you tell me, instead of just leaving it out there?
leaving what's oblivious to me become obvious in public,
making me look stupid for trying to love you
so that people won't look at me through the lense you fixated on me

can you tell me when I'm overreacting?
can you tell me, instead of just leaving me out there?
leaving me to be judged by the people who don't know me,
making myself look stupid for making small things look big
so that people don't look at me with the impression that I'm just another teenage girl

can you tell me when you don't love me anymore?
can you tell me, instead of just leaving me?
leaving with no warning, leaving me to break down,
making me look stupid for giving you a chance
so that my heart would hurt less than it already does.