But I don't know why it took me a good one year to see right through your shell. To look past that sculptured smile or those plastered eyes. I guess I just ignored the dirty words that deluged out of your mouth; I guess I just laughed with you as you copied the homework from you friend. I guess I just looked past that haughty demeanor you carried. I don't know how on earth I was able to sit through your "I'm perfect" moments for two blocks every other day.
Well, every light dies out eventually, right? Well, sorry hon, but yours was flickering the day I met you.