Everyone must think that I've gotten over you.
They say things to me about you that they never would have said before.
Things that put you down, make you seem worse.
Things that offend me too.
They don't realize how much it hurts me too, because I still love you.

They must think I've moved on.
Telling me I should find another girl.
Pointing out potential partners saying how good they would be for me.
Don't they get it?
You are all I ever want.

But I guess I'm doing a good job hiding things.
My shell is working like a charm.
I've mastered the art of fake.
I wonder if I could even fool you?