Damn. How could you?

Damn. How could you?
No one was supposed to find me here.
I wanted to be alone. No one was supposed to love me.
I was sure I had everyone afraid.
It’s like when you are on the subway and don’t want nobody to sit next to you
Or when you in traffic, don’t want the homeless man to ask you for a quarter
It’s only a quarter. Insecurity makes you hold onto it.
Holding onto it makes you feel that much more secure…
So what do you do? You make em think your crazy
Talk and grumble to yourself and you frown;
Mean muggin’. Keep reachin’ in your jacket.
Keep scarin’ folks away.
That’s what I do when I don’t want nobody to love me.
I’m one instance when misery doesn’t love company.
Why wasn’t I able to scare you away?
Why did you just have to understand me so well?
Why are you so beautiful?
Why is it that I can’t help
But to love you?
No one was supposed to be here.
Damn.
How could you?