I’ll dwell on a simple expression you made with indifference,
Or the structure of a sentence you said to me.
I’ll think of the way you walked by me without words,
And declined my invite and company.
I’ll relive the moment when you said you were too busy,
And too broke,
Or too lazy to comfort me or come over,
And I’ll assume the worst because the best is never true.
I’ll reconstruct your words into a monster that sleeps under my bed,
Then deny your company and hide away in my sleep.
You won’t understand how three little words became
A setting, a scenery and a feeling,
That made me hide away from an image,