pretend

i won't try to hide it,
this painful stab in my heart.

thinking about the future,
ripping me apart.

i miss you when your here,
and i'll miss you when your gone.

and i'll listen to your promises,
that our love will stay so strong.

but i still pray to whatever god there is,
that he/she or it..
can make you stay right here,
at least for a little bit.

maybe its my fault,
i can't keep anything good.

just please go on without me,
just like i knew you would.

how could i let this happen?
i knew the pain would come back.

happiness is never me,
its just something i'll always lack.

so please just listen closley,
i will love you to the end...
i'll be as happy as ever,
as long as i just pretend.