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?