You miss me,
and regret making me leave.
Even if you say you don't,
I know you do.
You could say it's a lie,
but we both know it's true.
You may see a smile on my face,
but my heart breaks more each day
I say it's better this way,
but I long for what we once had.
I may look happy,
but I'm actually sad.
You may wonder why I lie to you,
but there's nothing I can do.
I can't look you in the eyes
and tell you I dream of you each night.
I can't tell you that I will forever treasure every moment we
spent together.
I won't let the words slip from
my lonely lips that
it's only you I wish to kiss.
I cannot speak
three little words,
I feel too weak.
I'll tell the rest of the world.
I love you,
but you can never know.
Even though it's the second thing I mostly wish for.
So I'll keep pretending
that I am what I appear to be.
This my own little land if make-believe.
