The weird lie.

It's weird having you next to me
And don't kiss you.
It's weird having you so close to me
And don't touch you.
And the funniest is that it don't hurt anymore
To see you smilling for someone else.
And the nicest is that it's not bad
To see you falling in love for someone else.

And the top weird is that I don't love you anymore,
That I found a way of not hating you,
Of not wishing bad things.
The phase of throwing things is gone.
I'm free of you.
The past gone though.

It's weird seeing us in different lives,
Where I know we won't meet.
It's weird having all clear in my mind
That you have come and gone.
And the funniest is this thing
That I keep lying to myself
That I won't think about you anymore.