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I spent the day pretending to kiss and hold someone who was never really there,
and cuddling a cat, pretending HE cares. I know he really cares.

I thought maybe I can hide behind; hide inside my art;
rest a while, lose track; lose my mind inside a heart.

So, then, when came out of that coma, my sleeping legs would crack.
I'd step out of my cave, and every feeling could come back.

I don't even know what I'm feeling half the time, and I can't let it show.
I tried to make a smile; make myself shine, so maybe no one would know.

But, see, it's hard to get your life in check when everything is so distorted,
and when a love is all you need, but it needs to be imported.

And I'll spend the night hiding from the emotion that eats my stomach and stings my eyes.
I know sorry cannot and will not fix everything this time.

So, instead, I'll put myself in a scene or two,
of loving and laughing like we both long to do.

I always see and hear things, so don't tell me they aren't real yet.
As long as my eyes stay closed, I can still hope to feel it.