You.

You're not good. At all.

You're mean.

You're obnoxious.

You're annoying.

All you ever think about is yourself-you don't care for other people's feelings.

And, you have a girlfriend.

Yet I'm still attracted to you.

I can't lie, you're...well...you're really handsome. And when you smile, oh, I die a little inside.

And you can be nice. I've seen it, once or twice. But you choose not to be. You show more of your bad more than your good.

At least that's what I thought, for a while.

But then I heard what you did to him. What you said to my best friend. And I'm disgusted. I really am. I just don't understand how a person could say something like that to someone else.

Although the thought of that word leaving those perfectly shaped lips of your makes me sick, I still...feel something for you. Something that is definitely not hate.

And, no, it's not love. There's no way it could be. But it's definitely like. And I hate myself for it.

You've shown your true colors. Let me tell you, they are not pretty. But I can't let you go.

I'm afraid I don't know how.