I smile at you, Taking two
It's faking progress, It's what I'm good at
I'll tell myself that passing you
Isn't hurting, So I'm not hurting
It's not progression, It's repression and I'm not healing
I'm not getting better cause I'm not feeling
Have I convinced myself that I'm moving through
Or have I actually learned to live with out you
Well Lets be honest
We both know the truth
I still love you
Time moves past and I say I'm happy
As I slip back into My apathy
It's been a week since We last spoke
Would it be too much To tell you what I broke?
And This obsession turns depression into an old friend
It's not the answer it's just a means to an end
It's not progression, It's repression and I'm not healing
I'm not getting better cause I'm not feeling
Be honest
You know the truth
And I do too.
