Pretending That You're Dead

Can't see through my letterbox for piles of letters And I can't get out my door The bailiffs come but I don't care about that And everybody's asking me tonight Everybody's asking me if I'm alright But I don't have the guts to say it Is it really her and him? Do you think that they are doing it? I'm lying in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead I read the news from everybody's lips I saw you on the walkway with his hands on your hips And I called it out and said, "With my best friend?" You said, "You should probably leave" But tonight Everybody's asking me if I'm alright And I don't have the words to say Is it really her and him? Do you think that they are doing it? I'm lying in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead Is it really her and him? Do you think that they are doing it? I'm lying in my empty bed Pretending that you're dead Everybody's asking me if I'm alright Everybody's asking me if I'm alright I'm not alright --- Pretending That You're Dead - Sam Fender