Feeling and denying How she's used to living She can't afford to get caught Up in the real shit She's short of time To recover And the strength To pick herself up. And the faith In humanity again. She's saving it all up For the right one If he comes. If he exists Convinced that she'll know when the time comes. Because trust is a luxury And she's not pretty enough Or smart enough To own such pleasures. So she gets up each morning And cries herself to pretence To last through the day With smiles and laughs. And goes back to bed Alone And writes imaginary letters To past hims in her life The one that's haunting her today. And lastly To the him that got away The him that didn't make it alive The one she gave up for him The one she didn't fight for The one he never fought for either The one she lost For fear of being alone. And she promises to get it together this time And not f...