What Good Are You?

I look into your eyes and see nothing but pupils. In his I saw life, love and desire. When your skin touches mine, I don’t feel any warmth, and if anything, I just your feel sweat. I thought it was supposed to feel good, being in someone’s arms, but when i’m in yours I just want to push you away. I don’t know why I let you, it’s not like I like it, and it’s not like I like you, but being alone is what I don’t like the most. I wish it wasn’t you, in fact I really hate you. You don’t make me happy. You don’t even have a nice smile. Do you know who has a nice smile? Who has a really nice, really pretty, really beautiful smile? Not you, definitely not you, but I know who does.