- que d'anxiétés perpétuelles... 

Sorry, I can't do this anymore.

It does my head in too seriously.

When people start conversations,

And for some reason, drop them.

Usually when I decide to partake in

Is when they seem to feel the need to.

They become absolutely, completely silent.

Let that silence linger without explanation.

But they're the ones who sought me out.

Then leave me dangling in all uncertainties.

It feels like what I say must be so

Idiotic or uninspiring, not worth time,

For them to feel so comfortable

About being so rude my way.

Eh, might be a cultural impression, but social

Etiquette surely doesn't differ that vastly...

And when something happens frequently,

Have to figure something's obviously wrong.

So, I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore.

Being online does my head in too much.

Keep wondering what it'd be like if this apparent

'Online etiquette' was applied to 'real life' moments.

Conversations would look something like :

I reply to you, you stand there in dead silence,

Either looking at me or simply walking away.

It's the very same awkwardness in either spaces.

Not figuring out why this effect isn't considered online

And everyone forgets they don't like to be treated this way.

But, eh, I guess my circumstances make online

Communications more than most take them for.

Again looks like the problem is mine, so I'll retreat.

I need to redefine what they are, but it's not coming.

So, I'm sorry, I just can't do this anymore.

Being online does my head in too seriously.