I'm all dressed up in my finest attitude, Pretending I don't care, Guess I really messed up trying to be two, When only one heart can be there, Why can't I be just what I am, And speak my love withut 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. 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. Can't you feel the real me, Behind my charades, Have I lost the real me, Behind my charades.