Why do we always pretend?
Never saying what we mean.
Is there never an end?
We are no longer a team
Wearing a mask,
to cover our scars.
Fulfilling a selfish task,
always feeling behind bars.
No longer any emotion,
in the way we “make love.”
Now when it comes to hugs and kisses ,
you’d rather push and shove
Always yelling,
screaming, and fighting.
Always telling,
never asking, always prying.
So many years have gone by,
and we have grown apart.
So many times I’ve asked God why.
I only wish I could have kept your heart.
Now all is lost,
but we continue to play.
In this make-believe world,
we live for another day.