I said, "I could never be friends with you",
not when I knew
that everything you ever said to me wasn't true.
You said you understood my choice,
and we'd end things from here.
You offered no comfort as you stayed on the phone
and listened to me cry into your ear.

Now, I tell everyone I'm fine,
but sometimes I just pretend.
Most days I find it hard to accept
that our relationship has come to an end.
And from all you've said,
I know you no longer care about me.
You've moved on with her,
our time together is history.
But I remember when you told me,
"With you is where I'm meant to be",
when you should have been saying this to her,
not to me.

I'll put on a show,
since it's gotta be that way.
I'll pretend it doesn't bother me,
"really-I'm O.K..."
But being without you
will take some getting used to.
I should learn to live without you;
but I don't want to.

So if I look upset sometimes,
don't look at me- turn away.
I'm trying to hide the pain I feel inside,
and I don't want you to see me this way.
If I make it appear that my world is great,
that's just a mask I wear.
My fake smile is my only cover;
deep inside I cannot hide that I still care.