Over-Exposed

Well, I know what you came here for. Are you disappointed that it's just me? Your jaw agape, and staring, it's like being caught in just my spankies. Please, shut your mouth, and walk back out, if you can't think of anything nice to say. You always have something clever, but, I'm never sure of the direction of your blade. Didn't lead you on, or guide you, you kinda walked in on me. I can hope for such a thing to happen by choice, but chance is the only possible way, it seems.
People like you don't seem to like people like me. Call me a masochist, but I keep trying to overcome the inconstancies. Knowing where you come from, wishing you do us both a favor, and just go back. Love draining from by soul, leaves the body feeling like an empty sack. Sometimes, I think you do this to hurt me, sometimes, I just know. Since, you won't do it, maybe I'll just be the one to blow.
Don't want to think of the way you looked at me, or of my wanting. Feeling a little over-exposed, 'cause I know I said the wrong thing. Wish you'd just walk away, and leave me to this. Was a little busy when you walked in. My presence, you won't miss. So just leave. Don't hurt me, again.
That's when you smile, and say that you really do love me. You take away the pain, and I forget about the suffering. It just slips my mind, my rant is so useless. I take your word, and take back my own... But, I should have guessed.
It's the familiar sting of your lies, right into my back. It lifts me up, and laughs as I proceed in falling back. Tumbling down, I say never again. Somehow, no matter what I do, I know it's still the same.
I know what you came here for. Are you disappointed that it's just me? Slipping the knife into my wrists, and watching me bleed. It's a good show, my friend. I'm sure you'll like to come on in and see. Better keep your eyes open, though, 'cause it's a one-time trick. The last trick from me.