I've been pretending for far too long,
I can't remember how to feel,
So I'm writing this song,
To revive the memories of what's real.
I used to dream about my knight in shining armour,
I used to say he'd come and sweep me off my feet,
Rich in imagination, but reality was poor.
If I went back, would it repeat?
I'd keep a daisy chain around my neck,
One for every good time I had,
When they died I was a wreck,
Those good times became times of sad.
Then I met this one guy,
I realised within a few moments he was the one,
But he never looked at me, he'd never reply,
I knew that I carried all the love, he had none.
And now I realise why I had to forget,
Everything that happened before,
There wasn't a place for the upset,
So I never looked for a cure.
Still I hate the way I am,
I hate the lies, and I hate my cover,
But at least I'm safe with this scam,
I'll forget again, now and for forever.
