I can't adequately describe how I feel, the words just don't seem to be there, so instead I'm leaving it to The Platters:
Oh yes, I'm the great pretender
Pretending that I'm doing well
My need is such; I pretend too much
I'm lonely but no one can tell
Oh yes I'm the great pretender
Adrift in a world of my own
I play the game
but to my real shame
you've left me to dream all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real, well I feel
what my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
pretending that you're still around
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real, well I feel
What my heart can't conceal
Yes I'm the great pretender
Just laughing and gay like a clown
I seem to be what I'm not, you see
I'm wearing my heart like a crown
Pretending that you're still around.
