If I am to never have love again, To be plagued with the inability to love, Do not let me be alone. No, if I can not have love, Let me have the next best thing. Allow me the courtesy of building up a wall of your kisses, Separating myself from the harsh reality. Wrap me in oblivious arms as I close my blind eyes. Pretend to love me, whisper me sweet nothings, And I will return the lies. I will be just as unloving and numb as you, my dear. And we will pretend to be the happiest two you ever did see.