Fake

I wish I was in love with you, believe it or not.
I don't really know where that leaves us.

I suppose I have to let you know.
But I can't really bring myself to do that.

I can't break your heart.
Although I suppose I've been doing it all along.

Nothing really makes sense right now.
I guess that what happens when you've been fake for so long.

I hope you don't ask me why.
I hope you don't ask me if I ever loved you.

Because I didn't.
I don't have an excuse for you.

I could tell you that I enjoyed your company.
I could tell you that I liked the idea of you.

But there's no point to it.
There's no point to any of it anymore.

So I guess I'll tell you soon.
I guess that has to happen; it's just not fair.

I have to ask one more thing of you.
Don't ask me to stay.