I like to make myself
believe that you're my girl.
The truth is far too painful.
You never call or even text
anymore and your one word
replies are few and far between.
You're always busy with work,
school or friends and never want
to spend any time with me.
It's tiring, I must agree,
but the truth is devastating.
I fear what becomes of me when I
accept that you have not been
mine for quite a while.
I like to make myself believe
that you're my girl
and I know I'll never
be able to see you again.
Can't you see?
I need to believe in something.
I chose you long ago...
Written By:
Andrew D. Robertson