You're not here, and I'm not there.

I'm not bothering with you any more.

You are no longer worth the hassle.

Who I am, who I'm not, who I wanna be.

In one small moment, eyes can meet, a spark can fly, a connection can be made.
Then this all amounts to nothing in the next moment.
And no-one will ever know what might have been.

I think I might hate you.