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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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...

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

Every night i TRY not to cry.
but it seems no one has
any pain killers to ease the
pain of a broken heart...