Stalker.
Pervert.
Faker.
That's what you are.
When we first talked you were so sweet, then the truth came out.
Text after text I ignored you.
Angrier you got till the texts stopped.
Until we crossed paths again.
You call my name as I peddle as fast as my legs can go. Your call is not one of love or friendliness. It's one of lust.
So what am I to you?
Am I a thing you want to fill and go to the next and repeat.
Well you found the wrong bitch this time. Go put it in some slut who would enjoy it.
You will NEVER touch me again.
You will NEVER get the respect I gave you.
And you will NEVER be forgiven no matter how much you beg.
So please, carry on and find someone else to have some "fun" with. Cause I'm not for sale.
Now if you'll excuse me, I have some biology to study so see you in Tartarus playboy.