Dieing in my pretend games. Every moment I'm with you is a bitter-sweet lie. The world says I feel something totally different then I know, you are mor, there is a need for you inside me, a passion for you. I love this feeling yet wish it never came across me at the same time. It is a burden that if it is lifted. It will quickly get placed by an even heavier burden. So I hide myself for you, for me, under a mere friendly mask. Silly me I still think you need me too. Stupid me I still pray your mind will change. But it never will. I will forever have this burning hole in my heart, that serves for you...