I dont understand how you [believe] me when i say "i'm doing fine"..

Sometimes i wonder if i'm even special enough to be thought of by you...

I feel like dying every time i see a picture of you smiling because it shows that you're doing fine without me next to you...

I'm still trying to convince myself that the love i have for you is worth the pain i'm in right now.

You never did bother to ask how i'm doing...

My hands feels empty without his firm hands filling up the spaces in between my fingers...

Let's continue pretending.
it'll make me want to live
just a little longer.

After all he's put me though,
i need to hear him tell me
that i'll be alright in the end...

How can someone who makes me smile so wide,
make me feel like i should have never met you?

Telling me that i remind you of your ex was not something i wanted to hear.
cause now i know that you were thinking of her instead of me...