Don't think you understand me?
Don't think you fool me enough?
Don't think I can't see it through?
Don't you go and act so tough?
For the least of your concern,
I don't even understand myself—
Let alone what I want.
I may be a fool, but I have seen enough.
Don't you pretend to love me?
Don't you pretend to cry?
Don't you say it was all in the past?
Don't act as if it's all good?
Even I failed to love myself,
Not because I wanted to,
But because I had to pretend not to.
In the end, I am what failed me.