I loved him when he acted.
He was so convincing.
He kept it up day and night
for a long time.

But I guess he got weary
Of playing the part
All day, all night
And so he gave up the character.

I wish I’d known that he was acting
Not letting me in
Not letting himself out
I’d have tried not to fall in love.

Now, I miss him, at times
The actor with his funny lines
His tender touch.
But it’s all gone.

Funny how he thought
If I knew him,
I might not love him so
I guess he was right

Because the person I see now
Contradicts the one I loved
And so slowly
My heart stops longing

I just didn’t know.
I know now.
I wish him a happy life
Though I know he’s never happy.

It’s just a shame.