Oh it's funny how everybody knows
What goes on behind the old theatre shows.
Past the curtains of my glass opera stage
Is a beating heart in a fuzzy cage.

I pretend to make some unfeeling sense
And splatter on some bottled innocence:
assume an air of all-too-distant reach,
***** a cardboard wall the world can't siege.

But everything I do gives me away.
A glance at you drives all my scripts astray.
I'm the only one here I could deceive.
Why even bother with the make believe?

I like you more than I'll ever admit,
I'm a bad actor and the world knows it.