You wanted perfection, I started hiding my true self. I was not perfect, you knew that but at least I could pretend a bit. You might appreciate it and say that I fixed it. Only if you knew, all the pain I hide inside. You're the only one I could talk to about everything. You still are, I just think everything doesn't include the things you don't like to hear.
You were my best friend too, more than you were my lover. Whatever happened to us?
