D e n i a l

She sits and acts like nothings wrong,
always listening to the same old song,
everyone knows what she's trying to say,
the pain she puts up with every day.

the way you laughed, the way you smile,
it was what made living worthwhile,
the way you held her, and touched her cheek,
that was all it took to make her heart beat.

she cries into her pillow all alone,
letting go the only life she has known,
she'll do anything, she'll continue to try,
to try to put off the miserable good-bye.