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.