Tonight I really hate you.
But I'll go on pretending I'm a happy girl in love.
You won't know the difference,
so what does it matter anyways.
At least when I'm pretending
I still have someone to talk to.
If I abandoned my inhibitions and told you the truth I'd be all alone.
Sad to say,
but I'd rather have a false feeling of love,
then no love at all.
By the time you figure this out
I'll be over it.