Fake It Like You Mean It

I really miss the way things used to be…
but there’s a point in cognition that urges me to move forward,

especially when you’re so… I don’t even know how to say it… something close would be a word like “discouraging”.

Things won’t work for so many more valid and present-day reasons…
[that I would have willingly set aside… probably foolish on my part]
the main one being you can’t seem to make up your mind.

You’re not my friend, you’re no longer my lover, I’m just a girl you used to know.

Call it what you want, but that’s what’s real.