you loved the mystery in me,
the thrill of not knowing my story,
and while i wasn't interested at all,
you, figuring me, was my downfall

i became too comfortable
that i let you pass into my armour,
and when i wanted to know you more,
you became unknown

waiting was all i could do
but i knew it wasn't an option for you
because i'm no longer that someone you were curious about
—you only liked me when i was a stranger,
you ignored me when you got to know me better