Not My Type

I come into this room, people leave when I walk in. Is it me or they just had to go? Who knows? I’ve got Tupac in my ear, “I ain’t mad at ya!” They one who stays acts as if I’m invisible, How dare I breathe his air? “Dude, put your nose back down you’ll drown if it rains!” I sit closer to you, make you uncomfortable? I smile at you, you turn your head, check your watch, check the door; get up and pace the floor. Don’t worry your not my type.