On the phone, your voice resonates like metal.
And under my eyelashes, I feel tears like stars flowing down.
But I'd rather you never know anything about it.
This is my hell, and so, to leave you in peace
I pretend,
I pretend
to have cut you out of my life.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
I pretend,
I pretend
that you're no longer anything more than a friend.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
On the phone, my voice resonates like laughter.
It's easier to smile at you than to curse you.
Even if I dying from never letting you see anything.
This is my pain and in order for you to be the man you want to be
I pretend,
I pretend
to have cut you out of my life.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
I pretend,
I pretend
that you're no longer anything more than a friend.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
On the phone, our voices will maybe one day be
a bit frail, while still imprints of our passion.
This is my torture - believing that love will come back,
but I'm sure that it's just me who is in this state.
I pretend,
I pretend
to have cut you out of my life.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
I pretend,
I pretend
that you're no longer anything more than a friend.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
Everything is going well.
Everything is going well.
I pretend,
I pretend
to have cut you out of my life.
I pretend,
I pretend
that everything is going well.
Everything is going well.