why not?

why not me?

Don't look at me your eyes lighting with desire and fire
Do you realize with every look you label yourself liar?
This touching, these looks... God I wish they were true
To you I am a means to an end, not the one for you

Yourself, to me, means so much more...
Look at my eyes, and you'll see what's in store
At the end I will be hurt, but it's my own stupid fault
Me, I should've learned- but how can I halt?