I have known all along that you, by no means, would ever meet your lips to mine.

Things I used to search in those eyes in the past,

Of dead on the inside.

If you fell,

Would you trust me to catch you?

If you were hurt,

Would you look for my shoulder to cry on?

If you smiled,

Would you think of me?

If you experienced joy,

Would you share it with me?

If you lay dying,

Would your last thoughts be of me?

If I was surrounded,

Would you watch my back?

If I stood alone in the rain,

Would you stand with me?

I'll believe all your lies. Just pretend you love me.