always, in the start, it seems,
that we can't fall apart
scared, i'll keep it locked away
deep within my heart.

pretend that i am all okay,
that i was never crying.
pretend, beneath the jealousy,
my heart just keeps on lying.

maybe if the sun came out,
my courage would follow too
and i would have the strength to say
"sorry, but i love you"

but i am only dreaming
of things that cannot be.
the way i look at you,
you'll never look at me.