It Wouldn’t Hurt So Bad If We Didn’t Pretend Poem by Christopher's Dead

I’m not good enough anymore
I’m not everything you want
I rest my thoughts against your bed
You try to wipe away my tears, lift up my head
It’s been so long since I can say
That I knew you were happy to be with me
It’s been so long since I’ve heard
You say I’m the best you’ve ever had, I miss every word

I lived to be your only one
Exactly what I get from you
Why have we grown so far apart?
I remember just the way it felt to be your guardian

I’m a broken picture without a frame
I’m a lonely outcast without a name
I rest my head against your breasts
You run your fingers through my hair, you try your best
It’s hard enough to stay alive
Being your angel was what I felt inside
Now that that’s gone I am nothing
What I would give for you to tell me you really love me

I hoped to be the only one
You know just what you are to me
My hand will never quite reach yours
I remember just the way it felt against my beating…

I’m a wreck, oh I’m losing out
It’s what I get for housing all this doubt
The more I try, the worse I get
This is how it feels to just pretend
That I’m yours
The only one you need
Pretend that I’m everything

I’m not what I used to be
It’s not the same for you or me