I can't pretend that I don't miss them Not while I'm still looking at their pictures. I can't pretend I don't see them Walking past the café on fourth. I can't pretend I don't hear them Not when they're shouting. I can't pretend that I can be free Not during this agony. Sometimes, you have to love someone enough to let them go. But I can't let them go. I still hear everything they're thinking, like a part of me has ruptu...