“ PRETEND ”
What do you do when your world comes to an end, and the person who made it happen, wants you to pretend .
Pretend along with her that things are still good, I wish I was able too, God how I would .
My minds now enraged thoughts but a blur, an ache in my heart of my love still for her .
But if that love won’t die? The I must kill it you see . Because although I still love her, she doesn’t love me .