And we act like this is working.
It's not,
So we pretend.
Your backwards lies,
Your desperate cries,
Have plagued me once again.

And in the silly game of love,
Something we don't choose.
You win, you rub it in my face,
While every time I lose.

But that's alright,
Because we're friends.
Well I guess we're not,
But we'll pretend.