Part 2

Written this while listening to Ge Qian by Jay Zhou.

I can't keep my normal front anymore, it hurts too much to look at you with my faked smile, with this pretended feeling I felt more of betraying you then of trying not to hurt you. I want to look and talk to you with me, myself, I. Yet it hurts, even to get close to you, it hurts to think of you, but why?