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.

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