You can hardly look me in the face, and we won't ever talk again.
Someone else is chasing you.
I'm pursuing another boy.
I know you're still in love with me, I can feel it, I know it, because sometimes you work up your courage and look me straight in the eye. And it burrows down deep into me, and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate you. I can never, will never go back to you, we don't work and we are stupid and foolish.

But then I'll be sitting in math class, and I'll realize how much I still think about you. And I come to the conclusion that even though I can't and I won't, there's no one else I want to be with at this point in time.