Pretend by Lauren Leigh

Red paint on my body;
pretend it's blood.
How do you feel now?
Please pretend that you still care...

I pretend to bleed,
trying to squeeze some emotion out of your cold,
frozen heart.
I feel like a dirty whore,
the things you make me do.
No shame,
no compassion,
no feeling.
All for you, none for me.
It's always the same.
Please pretend that you still care...

My mind burns with the things I've seen,
things I've done.
No one talks to me anymore,
no one left to care.
I'm on my own.
I always have been.
If only you'd pretend that you still care...