Sometimes, I like to pretend you care...
Somehow, I create a different life.
Instead of being gone, you're right there...
I distance myself from the knife.
You never broke my heart in two...
You didn't lie about what you felt.
You're only my friend but it's so true...
that I care about nothing else.
It's great to imagine this place...
where tears no longer run.
No painful expression on my face...
I don't cut myself when I come undone.
This dream is simply "nirvana" for me...
I no longer fight myself.
No more hiding problems but letting the world see...
and actually letting you help.
Reality soon enters my mind...
I know that I am full of hate.
I'll smile and pretend I'm fine...
I'll try my hardest not to break.