Texty: Life Of Agony. Unplugged At The Lowlands Festival 1997. Let's Pretend.

In the stillness of the night
My eyes are closed
My mouth is wide
And I couldn't see her face
Her beautiful hair
And I couldn't recognize

She looks at me cold
She probably don't know
Who I am, mommy it's me
It's Keith, you had me back when

But sometimes I like to pretend
And that she
But sometimes I like to pretend
And that she
But sometimes I like to pretend
And that she
But sometimes I like to pretend
And that she holds me

And I guess I can't
'Cause show doesn't know who I am
My mind, it's dreaming
God, it's so, it's so misleading, yeah
And do you think it's 'cause I've grown old?
And is it true what I was told, you cried to leave me?

You know I know, it's not your fault
You had a husband, now who was selfish and cold
Believe me I know
Believe me I know

Now I hear you used to treat me cold
You disappeared and left me all alone
I'm sure you didn't know right from wrong
'Cause both of you were always getting

Were always getting
Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned

Always, were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned

Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned
Always, were always getting stoned
Were always getting stoned