Sometimes, i can pretend.
If i stare up at a black sky;
see the stars twinkling;
the artistic moon......
I can pretend that he cares about me.
I can pretend he smiles for me.
I can pretend his hands are on me.
I can pretend that he loves me.
Sometimes, i can here his piano.
It's so soft;
It goes through my ears like liquid.
It's intoxicating,
and sometimes,
i want to cry.
And sometimes, i do cry.
I can pretend so much.
But that truth remains the same.
He loves Bella Swan, not me.