Pretender
Tim Norell Lyrics

Yesterday morning I woke up by the phone
At dawn yesterday, I stirred awake to the sound of my phone ringing, suggesting an unanticipated communication.

My best friend called me, he said Jeannie is coming home
My closest companion reached out with the news that Jeannie, who might hold significance for me, is returning.

And I wondered if he knew
I found myself questioning whether he was aware of the deeper implications of this situation for me.

If you were coming alone
I speculated if she would arrive without anyone else, hinting at unresolved feelings.

I guess that people will be talking 'bout us two
It seems inevitable that others will discuss the history between us.

They all remember the way that I felt for you
Those around us hold vivid memories of the affection I had for you.

They remember when we danced
They recall the moments we shared together, particularly our intimate dance.

It was your first romance
This relationship marked a significant milestone for you, as it was your initial experience of love.

But I'm a great pretender
Yet, I find myself adept at masking my true emotions.

Pretending it's me and you
I create an illusion where we remain connected as a couple.

I'm just pretending that I'm still happy
I feign contentment, even though my inner reality tells a different story.

Even when the night is blue
I attempt to maintain a façade of joy, despite feelings of sadness during dark times.

Yes I'm the great pretender
Indeed, I continue to be an expert at deceit, primarily about my emotions.

Pretending is all I do
My existence has become predominantly centered around playing make-believe.

When the letters returned to sender
When messages I hoped would reach you instead come back, signaling rejection.

I'm pretending that I still got you
I act as though our bond remains intact, despite the reality of our separation.

That I still got you
I perpetually convince myself that you are still a part of my life.

I wonder sometimes if you're happy with your life
Occasionally, I contemplate whether you are finding joy in your current circumstances.

I wonder sometimes if you still have got that smile
I find myself pondering if your happiness still reflects in your smile as it once did.

Do you remember when we kissed
I reminisce about the moments we shared, particularly our intimate embrace.

Under the stars in the night
We shared that special connection, enveloped by the beauty of a starry night sky.

But I'm a great pretender
Nevertheless, I find myself skillfully concealing the truth of my emotions.

Pretending it's me and you
I forge an illusion that continues to link us as a couple.

I'm just pretending that I'm still happy
Once again, I find myself faking happiness, despite the sorrow I truly feel.

Even when the night is blue
This pretense of joy persists, even during my most melancholic moments.

Couldn't see that I hurt you baby
I failed to recognize the pain I inflicted upon you during our relationship.

Couldn't see I was wrong
It was blind to the fact that my actions likely caused harm and displeasure.

Couldn't see 'til the day you were gone
I was oblivious to my faults until the moment you decided to leave.

But I'm a great pretender
However, I still maintain a façade, expertly hiding my true feelings.

Pretending it's me and you
I continue to create a narrative where we are together, despite the separation.

I'm just pretending that I'm still happy
I persist in this charade of happiness, even as I grapple with sorrow.

Even when the night is blue
This act of contentment prevails, even during my darkest moments of despair.

Yes I'm the great pretender
Indeed, I am still the master of pretending, especially about my heartbreak.

Pretending is all I do
My entire existence now revolves around this act of deception.

When the letters return to sender
As my attempts to connect are thwarted, leaving me in a state of disillusionment.

I'm pretending that I still got you
I continue to delude myself into believing that our connection is unbroken.

That I still got you
I keep convincing myself that you remain a part of my life, despite the truth.

That I still got you
I repeat this illusion, longing for the permanence of your presence.

That I still got you
I cling to the hope that I can retain the memories of us, even if only in my heart.