We don’t put a label on it
Because we don’t want to fit
And commit.

We keep it fun and chill;
Nothing serious
No consequences
No future
Nothing romantic
Trying to keep it platonic.

Doesn’t it sound ironic?
Because I am frantic
About you, boy.

Trying to be ice cold
Pretending we are something,
when we’re nothing.
I am losing my mind.

You play these games
Trying to make me insecure
About all these other girls.

So I play along
Because it’s love,
Maybe not long lasting
But real.

But we’re just spiraling
No end; not infinite
I guess I can not pretend
For I don’t want to be this type of girl.

I want to us to burn;
Our hearts to yearn
Our souls to learn.

I want attachment,
Security and stability.
I want it to be long lasting
And not a temporary fling

There comes a time at night
when I am too tired to pretend
to be what others want me to be
and can be only myself;
late night is a time
when it is easier to discover
who I am.

Can we please not pretend to like each other?
It hurts,
the sweetness of your voice hurts.
the truth hurts.
But every time you look at her,
I die each time.

Please be raw with me.
Either leave me,
or keep me alive.

Just don't place me in the dark,
I'm not your puzzle piece anymore.

It's argument time...woohoo! Not...

Here goes. I will personally start by letting you know
that we have more time on our hands to dispute
everything from waste of space to using up brain cells.
There's no use trying to pretend!
You and I will go on about this,
I will be "the problem." I will have "no alibi"
and may go on to lose my argument (as always) in the end.

Animatronics pretending to be human,
pretending to be animatronics!
They have stolen my rights!
I am no longer human!
I have already been through this!

I should have seen this coming,
They said they come in peace!
It is just like in the movies,
I have already been through this!

We all knew this day was coming,
Because they told us it was coming!

The sun goes down,
The lights go out,
And there are the stars and the moon

Night falls and the wounds we try to pretend we don't have,
begin to haunt us

The night is so pure
It lets you think

Think about your mistakes or what you should have said
The moon nows all the secrets

Thats why I lay in my bed awake, thinking
Sometimes feeling empty and the next morning waking up to a new day

And just like the MOON, we must go to phases of emptiness to feel full again