When I look at youWhen I look at you I don't see you, but I see your diffrent personalities. One is the man I fell in love with, the sweet, caring man I've know almost all my life. He's charming and charismatic, willing to listen to every thing I say. He's so perfect. Everyone wants him, but he ignores them. I know he wants one thing: me. Then I look again and see another side. This man is new, strange, and diffrent. He's wild and wierd, thinking only of himself. He lives for the plesure of seeing the look on my face when he's with some one else. He's cruel and imune to the suffering he causes to others, expecialy me. I turn once more and see some one completlWhen I look at you
