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