Day by day pretending it's okay.

Day by day pretending the best isn't here yet.

Day by day reality strikes you in the face.

Day by day pretending that you aren't further away than you ever were.

Each night before goodnight wishing something

will change.

That surely can't be the end.

Pretending that what you feel isn't what you are.

But what you feel is you.

What you know isn't what you feel.

Logic doesn't make sense day by day.

You know it's not okay and you keep on struggling.

Nothing feels the same.

Keep on pretending till the end will be near.

Maybe then, the realization of what you know is real will come

and what you feel won't be the case of your mind.

Your own ending is unknown and is your own agony.

Face to face with a losing battle.

Keep on pretending till you reach the end of what could be.

Keep on pretending that what you feel isn't the case.

Being the pretender till the end ... is the way.