Are you okay? you ask with that sympathetic look in your eyes,
god the way you look up kills me.

You look so sincere, what am i supposed to say? i'm not okay?
i'm sorry, that's not the game i play.

I care about you to the moon and back, i'm your "best friend," remember? and
best friends don't talk to each other in any other way, they don't cause
pain and confusion. they should always be there, and i guess ill always be here
because i tried not being here and it doesn't work.

I like rolling the dice and feeling the exhilarating rush of whatever chance may
come, but i just can't roll the dice with your name on it anymore. god, did
you know i ******* look forward to you everyday?

I've realized today, under swollen eyes from more tears shed by you
than you should ever have to know,

                                   I've become the princess of pretending.