(A. Urban)

I don't make the same old places that I used to
And I seldom let you cross my mind
And I tell myself I'll soon forget you
That it's just a matter of time.

I tell myself that I don't miss you
That the tears will never find my eyes
But I've told so many stories
I'm beginning to belive my own lies.

--- Instrumental ---

I have burned all the letters that you wrote me
And I took your picture from the frame
And I pretend that I've never known you
That I never mentioned your name.

I tell myself that I don't love you
That the tears will never find my eyes
But I've told so many stories
I'm beginning to belive my own lies.

I'm beginning to belive my own lies...