tell me.

what was i supposed to say? what am i to say?
would it have mattered if i said i cared?

you see, what you said weren't just words to me. it was a glimpse of what i thought i wanted. you played me, you had me believing in a happily ever after that you never planned to give to me.
so tell me that you're happy.
tell me that you at least have what you always wanted.
tell me that you have it all so it may justify stripping me of what i held as a dream come true.
tell me that your skies are forever blue.
tell me that you love her more than life.
tell me that it's true.
tell me.



so i'll keep moving, hoping i never have to see you again.
and i'll keep pretending that you didn't leave me broken,
pretending that i am strong,
pretending that you don't matter and that i don't think about you almost every day,
pretending that i don't think of what could have been if we were a happy family.
i'll keep pretending that i am happy.