I guess it is how we're made Our fate lies along pain and tears These days I just create art and listen to songs I'd dedicate to you I imagine us in each others presence in motion of the music The Saturdays I imagine myself with you and you're not with me are sadder days There's times where I go on bike rides and pretend I'm riding to your house to give you roses So I'd have your smile to look forward to If I don't pretend, I'm riding to the destination of nothingness If I don't pretend I would stay in my bed thinking of you wondering what it would be like you being secure in my arms Sometimes pretending is all I can do to feel like nothing is missing I've been pretending lately, and I'm okay And I'll be okay until the day I throw myself from the building I've always wanted to visit Then I'll be great