maybe if i don't cry ,
i won't feel anymore .
maybe if i accept the truth , accept that the person i love , loves somebody else .
but every time i see you , i just can't help it ,
i die a little more inside .
i cry a little more in the shower , it takes a little longer for the tears to stop flowing .
it takes a while for me to put my fake face on , and pretend i'm not planning to leave .
it's like a different hell on earth , consistent , continuous .
but i do what everybody else does , put a smile on my face and continue with this pretentious facade .
