|Don't look at me your eyes lighting with desire and fire
Do you realize with every look you label yourself liar?
This touching, these looks... God I wish they were true
To you I am a means to an end, not the one for you
Yourself, to me, means so much more...
Look at my eyes, and you'll see what's in store
At the end I will be hurt, but it's my own stupid fault
Me, I should've learned- but how can I halt?