At times when I look at you,
it looks like you're fond of me.
Other times when I look at you,
it looks like you can't stand me.
No matter how you look,
the same thought is in my mind.
No matter what you say,
I know I'm not worth your time.
I don't know whether to leave you
alone or keep trying.
I don't want to become too involved,
I don't want to be left crying.