We love to pretend, that our love is real,
But we know, how the lie works.
I know you don't love me
Because i know who you love
And that who, is not me.
I can't even cry for that.
I know how miserable i am.
I know i always was a game,
Someone for use to distract yourself
Until he comes for you.
And maybe that's has been hurting me
But i know you don't care.
So, why i keep trying to make you happy?
If i know, that you will be...
You will be more happy when you see him.
And i will be there,