My dear,
You've set my expectations to high.
You were flawless,
The perfect guy.
When you did that,
I just sat here and cried.
Now I'm ruined.
All I can say is goodbye.

I wonder why
We do the things we do.
And I'm sitting here asking myself,
Do you wonder, too?

I stay up hours on end,
Just thinking.
They ask, about what?
They all ask
How are you?
How was your day?
Expecting the truth.
Yet every day
My response
Is the same.

I'm good, I say.
I'm alright, I say.
Will it ever change?
The ongoing lie?
Will I ever fit the image,
That everyone has of me?
That charming girl with the smiling face?

Darling,
I'm a liar.
I guess I've gotten pretty good.
Will I ever act the way I feel?
I wonder if I ever should.

Is it all in my head?
...
I think so...

Did I make it all up?
...
I hope so...

What is real
And what isn't?
Somewhere
In the midst of it,
The line
Between the two
Blurred.

Remember that old saying,
That real friends
Will always be with you?

And if you do remember,
I just want to know
If you'll only tell me this...

Chicka, are you staying?

I was falling,
Slowly but surely.
And silly me.
I was positive,
That you would catch me.
Too bad
I was wrong.

He calls me beautiful.
Every.
Single.
Day.
Is it wrong,
That I don't feel the same way?
What are you to do,
When someone says,
I love you?
Do I lie,
and say,
I love you too?