Cry

It's hard for me to move on.
And go on with my day.
Acting like i just don't care,
that today you pulled away.

It's hard to remember everything you did
and everything you'll do.
There's nothing that hurts more,
then what i'm going through.

The thought of what you did
and the fact that you don't care.
What will i tell my friends,
when they know that you weren't there.

It's harder to get up
and pretend that i'm okay
knowing it was you,
who made me feel this way.

We all get disappointed
and i know that we all lie.
But there's nothing that hurts more,
then the things that make me cry.