Who Are You

I look in your eyes and I see the hate.
The anger, that smell, it just radiates off of you.
I look at you but I don't know who Im seeing.
What happened to the person who used to go out with me.
I don't understand who you are anymore.
Then I look at your hand, and I see the bottle.
My mind clears but yours is so blurry.
You don't even know half of what you're saying.
Do you know who's standing infront of you?
Do you understand who you're hurting?
No, no you do not.
I used to love you, and I guess apart of me still does.
But not who yo are now...
I don't even know who Im looking at.