How am I supposed to act now?
One moment, we were like a movie
The main characters of a cheesy script
Fulfilling our roles so perfectly
The next, I find myself acting alone
Do I pretend it didn't hurt?
Do I pretend it didn't happen?
Do I pretend that the only person
Who knows all of me, who had me
Pretend they're not there anymore?
I don't want fame or Hollywood
I don't want to be some superstar
I don't want to have a new set of skills
Of changing faces and attitudes
No coach, no instructions, no guidance
I keep rewatching the moments we made
Rereading our last drafts of conversations
I am no actor or director or screenwriter
I have no plans for a scene or direction
I am just a man
Pretending to not love you afterwards