Is it enough to pretend to that we care?
If I showed you who I truly was, would you love me anymore?
Did you ever actually love me?
Do I even care?
Do I love you, or have you just become a warm place to rest my head at night?
Have we settled...for each other?

Behind the curtain, there is nothing.
We are a shell of what we once were, so why do we pretend?
Keeping up this charade is killing us both, but it's better than being alone...right?