They'll think his life is perfect
that I'm surely insane
But secretly we will both be
silencing our pain

I'll wish that I was different,
That I could hold his stare
And for the thousandth time that year
I'll wish I truly cared

When he leaves me hanging
And says I'm not meant for him,
I will not cry, internally die
but choose my next victim

I won't care that they'll hurt
For, I'll be aching too
As long as someone knows my pain
and feels it through and through

Of course this guilt will rise
And I will be so ill,
That I'll give in and care for him
'til there's no love to feel

He will let me go
and leave me in the dust
But that's okay, so to say
I'll have learned to never trust