It’s nice to pretend for an evening
That everything revolves around me
To pretend that I’m really not hurting
And I really am what I want to be.
And nothing is wrong in that moment
As everything falls into place
And everything I want, I can have
And a smile works its way on my face.
To escape from the fears of my life
That haunt me from day to day
To tell people just how I feel
Unafraid of what I must say.
Though I know it can’t last forever
And darkness will put out my light
Tomorrow I shall be a nobody
But it’s nice to pretend for a night.
© 2001 Priyan “Phoenix” Meewella
Written after a drunken night, simply to escape depression, condoning the action.
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