What am I to you?
You send me mixed signals all the time,
saying I'm beautiful and there's no one like me.
Then you say you want me as a friend.
I go to a party, your arm clinged on my waist.
After a while of you drinking,
you come up to me,
telling me you love me.
My heart scattered on the wood flooring.
The next day,
I'm just a stranger to you.
Walking along the roads.
I give a soft smile and you look away.
Who am I to you?
