What if you can't see his pain,
behind all the lies
their just like his alibies
But what if there's something more
hidden DEEP inside
what if the pain of losing me
hurts almost as much as it did me?
What if he grits his teeth,
underneathe his brilliant smile?
What if he misses me?
Like I miss him,
What if his sick days, like min,
Are days spent just crying?
What if he can't take the pain inside
Just like me.
What is he's just a better liar
A better fake-smiler
A better half-hearted laugher
What if he wants me,
And needs me
Just as much as I do
But what if I ask him all this,
And it's not true?
