This sits somewhere between song lyrics w/ accompanying sheet music or traditonal poetry:
Put the phone back on the hook, leave the flowers on the door step.
Let me be for a week or two cause right now I've had enough of you.
It might all be in my head, how can anything be sure?
First you want it then you change your mind, I can't take this anymore.
Is this darkness such a sin? It's just the color of my skin.
Whether you can see around it, that's where your weakness is.
If your mind's an open book, while your life is on display.
Just convince me that I'm wrong here, and this all will go away.
Chooses one sort not the other. Is it really just his preferance?
Where does preferance take that turn into, become the thing he hates?
I'll dissapear and not be found, how would that make you feel?
Bet it'd bearly scratch the surface, but at least it would be real.
Maybe it's the other way around, what if I'm too good for you?
When the choice is up to me then, I'll know what to do.
Put the phone back on the hook, leave the flowers on the door step.
Let me be for a week or two cause right now I've had enough of you.