It’s hard to fake it when you still on my mind
I play it cool, but it’s eatin’ me alive
Got gold on my neck, but not inside
You moved on, I’m still stuck in rewind
Hard to fake it, yeah
Hard to fake it

HARD TO FAKE IT

“War leaves more than scars — it leaves trauma. This song relives the blast, the roll, the seconds between breath and blackout. You survive, but the replay never stops. Some nights, it’s still hard to know which side of the dream you’re on 🙏🏼”

If You Wait

London Grammar