When you look at me what, do you see? Do you see a lover? Do you see a companion? Do you see a friend? Or do you see a toy? A plaything? Or simply a convenience? When I look at you what do I see? I can't tell. Do I see a lover? A companion? A friend? Or am I looking at a stranger? Someone abusive? Neglectful? Someone who just doesn't care? The past has made me blind I can't see through the tears I can't hear past the crying And I'm too afraid of the answer To ask the question. When you look at me, what do you see?