I would like to pretend that all those looks
I thought meant something,
Were just in my head.
It hurts less
To know that the thing we had was just in my head
And that you’re happy the way you are
Then I can forget.
Yet I’ll still know it’s not true.
I’ll know there was something.
And I’ll believe this deep in my mind.
Despite it killing my heart
And making me spill tears every night.