Funny how I pretend I'm not breaking when Piece by piece of my Happiness leaves A trail of chilled sadness In places, I don't want Anyone to know about.
Funny how I pretend I'm not longing for someone When I sleep on the side Of the bed where I won't See the shadows of the past And I leave the lights open To exorcise the ghosts of those Who left without saying A lukewarm goodbye.
Funny how I pretend I'm not weeping on random nights I am alone in the company Of bottled memories And a suitcase of regrets.
Funny how I pretend I'm not grieving over dead feelings And wilted flowers I've pressed ever so gently In between the lonely pages Of my vintage diary That once upon a time Bed of roses to vows Of endless affection Whispered by sweet lips Glazed with ample deceit.
Funny how I pretend, I'm not faking my smiles and I'm not hurting anymore.