Make Believe

December 15, 2008
By Alexandria Miracola, Oak Harbor, OH

I can't seem to work my way in.
Don't you see what's happenin'?
You're pushing me away,
further every day, and I can't seem to win.
But I refuse to give in.
So I'll sit on my own and cry,
eventually my tears will dry.
I'll pretend everything's all right every time you leave,
you'll pretend I never grieve,
and we'll keep playing make believe.

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