The surroundings get dull once I look at you... Your presence sucks—the colour of my world in my point of view Beneath your steps, the ground seems to crumble. All just an illusion— But I wouldn't pull you up, I'll just let you fall. The tune of your voice put frown upon my face... I stare in your direction, with no emotion in my gaze. Bored, couldn't even put a facade. Because why would I put effort with the person I hate.