One may like me that's the truth,
but like is not love,
it above hate though,
the one like i have is one i know.

Two people may like me that could be true,
but right now i know,
my heart beats for you.
I can't sleep or breathe,
your presence with me.
But two like me and that's all i know.

This may be lame but my feelings are true,
the one that likes me isn't you.
They're the person i keep trapped inside,
that knows that deep down beauty shines.

My mixed feelings for me are uncertain,
but only me and me alone knows that beauty is imaginary,
its not outside but hidden by a skin curtain.
My personality sweet but insides a fire,
just sitting there a demon with rotten desires.