Can't break the pretense
it's what keeps me straying
Can't really help but keep it
to spill will fill nothing but hatred

holding the act just a little bit
just maybe someone may see it
not from you but maybe
just a little and maybe you...

laughing and squealing our heart out
I almost asked it, almost say it
what was it, where did it began?
always dazing, that was me fallin'

what are "we" really?
maybe there ain't we
just me and you
nothing more than two.