When you kiss and say i love you
But the heart is not whispering the same thing
Neither is the heart, taking pleasure in the gesture
Of Love that you are assuming, claiming
It's simply pure Acting...
All the false pretense, can only be a burden
A burden on the pretenders heart,
Just like a magnet, you pretender tries
To make of what repulses you be like,
What attracts you, So you play the Game
Because, you want something from, whom
You are trolling up... Pretension
Faking reality, Faking the Heart's color
For so many sake, but still driven by,
Self-Interest, Pretend To Love, So common
Nowadays, Some  Pretenders just can't find
        a better way and Game, Than      
              Pretending To Love