A lonely soul plays pretend
She hadn’t left
No real surprise
All the night had been her imagination
The flowers were long dead as well as he was
I’m his grave, his body lay and now he’s idolized
Ohh he was kind
Of a fool
And he was a good (for nothing) honest man
And he really loved his (other) woman
Such a guy
Such a guy….
But he isn’t dead
As his body lie next to mine
It seems cold this time of night
There is no warmth between us.
I only wish he was dead
Yet I play pretend
A good wife I am
So cautious and kind
I’ve planned his death and paid my respects
And now… But just for now.
I’ll be an honest lonely without an end.
Until then, I’ll play pretend