Lyric Charades

I m all dressed up in my finest attitude
Pretending I don t care.
Guess I really messed up by trying to be two,
When only one heart can be there.
Why can t I be just what I am,
And speak my love without any shame?
Why can t she see what I am,
Is a costumed fool trapped in a tragic game?

Charades and pretty lies
They hide what s deep inside me.
Charades do disguise
All the love I keep inside me.
Charades! Can t see me,
But can you feel the real me,
The real me behind my charades?

Oh, please don t mind me,
Performing at my hardest
As I paint upon the air.
You won t find me
Cause it s a portrait of the artist
As a man who isn t there.

(Chorus)

Can t you feel the real me,
Behind my charades?
Have I lost the real me,
Behind my charades?