You are young and clothed in leather
I was old and feeling awkward
I did not like that they left us together

I saw the scar and wondered how
but I shut my mouth, I am not your stalker
you are not that pretty in fact you are kind of a cow

I want to just leave, I see you cannot talk
I just want to say I want other things
Things that make me feel I just want to walk

I hope we can just not interact
I wish you all the luck in your endeavours
I will make sure there is no more interaction

I am trying to find you
so I can block and delete you
I am trying to figure how we ever became friends.

This is the end of all ends.