You’re desperate for attention... but I don’t even look at you.
While you re edging for me, I casually talk on the phone, laughing, chatting, flirting, completely unfazed by your need. You’re right there — hard, aching, hoping — and I ignore you like the background noise you are. No mercy. Just denial. This is your place: used, overlooked, aching for someone who clearly has better things to do.
Watch it now and know exactly how replaceable you are.
