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I guess I had the looks the charm and charisma 
to attract the sort of girl who lacked a character 
when kindness is seen as flirtation obsession does occur 
in one moment you showed more than any man’s shown her 
so much so she now believes there must be an attraction 
starved of any follow up she soon springs into action 
interfering with your life as if you’ve become shy 
while you just do the social thing, simply reply 
but this is seen as so much more than it could ever be 
at this time she’s telling people “he’s so in to me” 
when girls are giggle about two people in a tree 

every time I look around she’s somewhere in the crowd 
accidental eye contact before I turn around 
an hour with my back turned then I hear her sound 
seeking confirmation she believes can be found 

as I’m not the sort of person to ignore her presence 
my acknowledgement becomes a sign that she invents 

now demands we watch her dancing her dance upon the stage 
so we all gather round waiting to see this grand display 
the second she appears her eyes locked upon my way 
as she starts to move around her eyes don’t they just stay 
right on me uncomfortably I turn and walk away 
exiting the building to show her it’s not okay 

hoping she might realise I’m not interested 
outside a few seconds go by she appears aggressive
angry as I didn’t watch, (she still ain’t got the message) 
saying I’ve upset her, totally obsessive 

when I’m not around her she’s on Facebook all possessive 
commenting on all my posts even ones she’s not connected 
far beyond the boundaries of what’s socially accepted 
all the while my utter disgust remains undetected 


can I just take this moment to remind you and rewind 
I am being stalked and my mistake was being kind 

the rejection she’s now living is hellbent on revenge 
starts to play the victim still comments to no end 
on the day I give it back they jump to her defence 

making her emotional with my words far too intense 
now remember they were told of the romance that she could sense 
and that’s what they believed, just her warped view of events 

but in reality there was no flirtatious connection 
just some fruity nut cake believing in her own imagination 
who for six long months harassed me, a constant interjection 
before hurling abuse my way when I showed no affection

When it ends.. 
She’s seen the victim, I’m seen as the cause 
nasty beyond reason, showing no remorse 
And what is the lesson of it all? 
Don’t be kind, be horrible!
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