Your Grasp On My Heart

I've seen a lot of people come and leave. When my "friends" realize there's nothing else they can wring out of me, they get up and leave. At this point, I'm used to people taking stuff from me and never returning them, or asking for things and never repaying me. Then I notice you, refusing to even look at me, as if my very face disgust you. But I don't let it bother me. I feel like it's finally my turn to take things without consideration. Though that's what I've been doing my entire life, right?