You ask me how I'm doing, I say I'm doing fine.
But we both know that's not the truth, it's just another line.
For how can I be doing fine when my heart is shattered and torn?
How can I be doing fine when I feel so forlorn?
You never meant to lead me on, you say as if to explain but it doesn't matter what you say, it's really all in vain.
I should have known this was just a game, I was
just another pawn. I know I must get over this, I know I must move on.
My heart will heal, my eyes will dry, my smile will come again. But I have lost the ability to trust anyone and for that I have you to thank my friend.