I was told there was some good in you. I wonder why I don't see it. Perhaps I am judgmental, perhaps I am a bit superficial, perhaps I am a bit shallow, perhaps I don't look deep enough, is what you would say.

You mistake me. You misunderstand me. You misinterpret me. But mostly, you underestimate me.

You'll never figure me out. You wouldn't know where to begin and where to end.

I didn't even have to try, and I read you like an open book. You were too easy and a complete waste of thirty minutes of my life.