for a moment, can we just sit and smile? pretend i didn't fuck up for a while, we can sit, and i'll pretend that it doesn't hurt you to see me. you'll pretend that it's okay and you're happy. we can pretend that nothing happened, that we're both okay, even though i walked away.
i'll hold out my hand, and wait for you to put yours in it, pretending not to see the hurt in your eyes, when they catch mine.
i'll repeat all the words you ever said, because they're all still inside my head, i'll whisper them to you, until my lips turn blue. They say that over time, it dissipates, it will drain from you, evaporate like smoke. It will descend upon you, destroy you, but will soon release you, and fade. But with time it instead grows stronger, demanding to be felt. It knocks on the doors of my soul, its urgency to be let inside unrelenting and ruthless. Like an unpredictable storm, it lands and ravages, leaving just fragments of a heart already rebuilt.
What is gone is the will; the resiliency dulled, the courage spent. It's a deep-rooted weed, an unrivaled opponent; It's a malevolent fire that refuses to be smothered.
I'll pretend, Once again That I don't feel bad, I'll pretend that I don't feel anything at all. While I slowly strip my walls that are already empty and stranded, you'll pretend that you're okay, but on the inside you don't feel like being here at all
you just want to wallow and listen to music until you have to pretend again or figure out how to end your pain
So I'll pretend that i don't see the pain on your face, the hurt in your eyes, and the worry in your voice. i'll pretend that while we sit here and smile, everything will go away for a while.