Playing Pretend

Appears on Souvenirs

She cried, “I thought you loved me!” 
As she melted in the rain 
But love was never something 
To be thought about again 

Taken as a token 
Captured like a prize 
A winner for the moment 
‘Til another caught his eyes 

“Am I more than a machine, 
A prop to hold your hand? 
A postman for your progeny, 
Was I ever more than that?” 

“My darling there’s no difference 
‘Tween the loving and game 
‘Cause everyone and everything’s 
A way to make my name.” 

“Can’t you tell that I’ve been playing pretend? 
Another mask to try to find my success 
All I know is you’re a means to an end 
And I’ll use you ‘til the day that I die.” 

He cried, “How could this happen?” 
As the steel ripped his back 
But it was only habit 
To let another bear attacks 

He followed like a shadow 
And groveled at his feet 
But so much for being loyal 
When you’re on a one-way street 

“Am I more than just your shield, 
The man to take the fall? 
Would you say that I’m a friend 
Or just a flunky that you call?” 

“My brother, there’s no difference 
‘Tween a friendship and game 
‘Cause everyone and everything’s 
A way to make my name.” 

“Can’t you tell that I’ve been playing pretend? 
Another mask to try to find my success 
All I know is you’re a means to an end 
And I’ll use you ‘til the day that I die. 
I’ll use you ‘til the day that I die.” 

(Inner monologue) 
“There’s no one here beside me now 
None to save me once the ship goes down 
Taken hostage by the blood I drew 
Fearing I could be forgotten so soon 
Fearing I could be forgotten so soon” 

“Can’t you tell that I’ve been playing pretend? 
Another mask to try to hide my distress 
All I know is you’re a means to an end 
And I’ll use you ‘til the day that I die. 
I’ll use you ‘til the day that I die.” 

(Anguished, to no one in particular) 
“Can’t you tell that I’ve been playing pretend? 
Another mask to try to hide my distress 
No one’s round to let me use them again 
As I slowly start to rot from inside 
Slowly start to rot from inside 
Slowly start to rot from inside…”

By Jason McGovern
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