I try to be
Trying to be all the way through
I fake smiles perfectly
My laughs sound as they used to
It's all a game
Now who plays better?
The faker or the one who knows I'm faking?
I am strong
Not as strong as I want, but
My fake smiles fit perfectly
The laughs they still go along
You confront me:
"Who plays fake better than you?"
Faker or everyone else around me?
I try to stand
You push me back down.
I just look up at you.
You know I won't say anything.
We both know I won't.
You ask the simple "Why?"
Fake smiles start to be real no matter how fake.
I'm ready to break down and you know it.
Your eyes blue at glance,
But I watch yours now they're different colors.
I sigh, looking down, listening:
"You can't do this to me. I'm wanting to help you."
Nothing is fake now, real tears start to fall.
Every tear just streaming down my cheeks.
Your still there by me.
You even sit by me,
Pulling me into your arms.
You whisper into my ear:
"Go ahead and cry, I'm here for you."
I tell you everything,
I even show you the scars and the fresh cuts.
You frown, knowing I broke it.
I want to stop for us.
You want me to stop for the better of me and our relationship
I just cry, saying "Sorry" many times over.
You have your own problems
You could move on to a better person
Someone more emotionally stable
I ask you now,
Even though I fear the answer:
"Why don't you move on to someone better?"