Pretension, oh beloved actor, why do you do?
Conceal, do not reveal, the twisted grimace upon your face
While you smile the smile like a mime, benevolent, kindly, my dear angel
Upon the stage, where the spotlight makes you glow, makes you look pure
You begin to believe that you have a pure heart, and that you can’t do any evil
Even when the curtain closes, and the lights fade out, and you step offstage
You forget that your rosy makeup still remains
When you wipe off the layers caked upon your face
Do you know when to stop, do you know when you’ve reached the real you?
You pretend you don’t care when you actually do, for fear, perhaps?
Or you pretend you actually do care, when you really couldn’t be bothered – why that?
Pretend, deny the real you, ‘tis but the only way to survive, is it not
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 12:12 AM UTC
Pretension, oh beloved actor, why do you do?
Conceal, do not reveal, the twisted grimace upon your face
While you smile the smile like a mime, benevolent, kindly, my dear angel
Upon the stage, where the spotlight makes you glow, makes you look pure
You begin to believe that you have a pure heart, and that you can’t do any evil
Even when the curtain closes, and the lights fade out, and you step offstage
You forget that your rosy makeup still remains
When you wipe off the layers caked upon your face
Do you know when to stop, do you know when you’ve reached the real you?
You pretend you don’t care when you actually do, for fear, perhaps?
Or you pretend you actually do care, when you really couldn’t be bothered – why that?
Pretend, deny the real you, ‘tis but the only way to survive, is it not