and now im the same girl but youre an entirely different boy and there is nothing left to pretend about. im still waiting for the boy i once knew to come back. because i want to pretend all over again. but you grew up and got too cool to believe you in the worlds magic. and now the only thing you have left is your cigarettes and your prescription drugs. and if you take too many, it feels like you are magic yourself and it was just like old times again. only this time you need to swallow your imagination and chase it with false advertisement. i would have been happy with so much less. it just wasnt what i thought was fair. and you had nothing to say because suddenly you had nothing to live for. and now you live for your drug dealer because he's killing you pill by pill but will never admit that its bad for you. he'll never tell you it isnt magic anymore. that things changed a long time ago and they passed you by because they wanted nothing to do with you. but nothing you have will cure this pounding headache of mine. and i dont even know how i got here or who these people are. and this is the last time i'll ever pretend again. the side effects are much too advanced for this simple girl. all i asked for was you and all i got was a trip to the drugstore. a car ride to cure this deadly disease of sadness and suicide because you couldnt live this way anymore. but if you gave it one more try, it might be less forgiving this time around. your words were as clear as tracing paper but your meaning was like cardboard. your addictd to the drama and all you want is chaos and you have to create it to feel like youre alive.