Then there's me; pretending to be in love. Using big words that I don't really understand to convey the feelings I'll never actually get to feel.
Then there's me; feeling you up, pretending to like it in hopes of not losing the one person who stayed. Someone who makes me feel all of these emotions. It's not something that I want to do but it happens and I am not proud to say that on my day to day I sit there and stare into blank pages writing of emotions that don't really exist.
Then there's me. . .  holding on to something that's already gone.
Then there's me. . .