I can almost hear your voice in the morning Softly, whispering my name And I can almost taste the sweetest of your kisses And I can feel you touching me again Oh, I'm getting so good at playing make believe I can almost talk to your memory Oh, I can almost smell a trace of your perfume The one you always wore just for me We're together; we're together in our room Yes everything is like, just like it use to be And I'm getting so good at playing make believe That I can almost talk to your memory Oh I know, I been clinging (I been clinging to) to some old memories Yeah but I don't care (I don't care) Because they are bring, bring you back to me And I love my memories I can almost pretend our love ever ended And that someday you'll be coming back to me And Oh I'm getting so good, oh baby, at playing make believe That I can almost talk to your memory Oh I'm getting oh so good at playing make believe That I can almost talk to your memory To your memory