I thought it would take longer for everything to resurface. Maybe I find that it never gets buried that deep anymore, maybe I can't bury it anymore. You can't tell me it's gotten too strong, I don't believe that. But I can't shake it off anymore and pretending to be happy is wearing me out. I don't want you to find out the truth, scared it will bore you, make you tired of me. That I'll lose these wonderful things I've only just found. That I couldn't lose now, because I wouldn't be me.

Sometimes I forget. I just wish that I could forget more often. Maybe I'm just craving that same numbness that you chase. No, I don't think so, I need to feel. But feeling too much, it causes some damage, right?

Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending:

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