If anyone asks, Ill tell them we've both just moved on.
When people all stare, I'll pretend that I don't hear them talk.
Whenever I see you, I'll swallow my pride, and bite my tongue.
Pretend I'm ok with it all, act like there's nothing wrong.

If anyone asks, I'll tell them we just grew apart.
What do I care, if they believe me or not?
Whenever I feel your memory is breaking my heart
I'll pretend I'm OK with it all, act like there's nothing wrong.

Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes?
Is this as hard as it gets? Is this what it feels like to really cry?