I don't love her. And I don't love her. Oh the lies I tell myself. In what hopes, to what end? you may ask. well I'll tell you, If you fake it long enough, maybe, just maybe you'll start to forget forget whats tearing you apart forget about your broken heart forget, forget, forget. I'm not sick, I'm making it all up, its all in my head. Theres another falsehood I tell. My words will turn against me. For what purpose, to what end? You ask again. Well you know, Maybe if I can make it all not true, none of it. What else is there to say maybe it will all go away away, away, away. I do lie to myself about these and other things, But in the end the truth always sings.