Apr 26, 2018

And I will pretend

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Prozac

Amnesia

Fabricated memories

Insomnia attack on a regular

Full moon

And your memory

Was it true that we met?

And how I felt

Was it true that I

Fell for you?

After all these years

After all these drugs

All the bottles poured empty

And now my memory cheats me

I can’t recall your smile

Was it true that we met?

I’m not sure of anything

Anymore.

Prozac

Keeps me calm

Close to sanity

But I’m still insane

Not coping with the fact

You are gone

I created a new realm

In that realm

 

We never met

And what I felt towards you

Was just a lie

I’m still insane

But that is ok

And I will pretend I am fine

And when we meet again

I’ll pretend you are a stranger

I found myself

And if my heart

Starts to yearn for you

I’ll pretend

I’ll pretend I am fine

I’ll pretend I never knew you

But if I confess

I never knew love

Until I knew you

Now

I’m fine

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