Pretenses.
Overwhelmed by emotions,
Or overwhelmed by emptiness?
(I can't pretend that I feel it anymore)

In love with the memories that weren't real
The ones imagined in the dead of the night
(When we were looking for excuses to stay)

There was nothing in all that we were
No deeper meaning behind the shallow words
(I love you, I need you, I love you, please stay)

Pretending that there was something hidden
Deep below the surface of our make-believe love
(If I tell myself this, it'll be true; it'll work out)

Telling ourselves that when we look back on it
It'll be something more, and we weren't lying
(I really felt something, it wasn't pretend, really)

Saying goodbye with crushed forget-me-nots
Hoping you'll figure out the message, the truth
(If I wanted you to remember, I'd still be there)

A rose is not a rose when it's been burned to ashes
There's nothing still there to make it what it was
(Pretenses are the only meanings that matters)

You might have loved me, but I didn't love you
Take another step, and you might fall again.
(Say goodbye now before it starts once more)

It doesn't matter to me.
(I'm sick of the lies.)

speak?