Young Writers Society

A smile here
Even a funny joke
A laugh there
While inside I choke

I may lie to you and you
But at the end of the day
No matter what I do
Or what I tend to say

CHORUS :
Cant lie to my soul
Cant pretend with myself
Cant take up a role
When I’m faced with myself


Cant go on like this
The pain is too intense
The faking of bliss
Its just an act, a pretense

I act like I’m alright
Like everything is fine
As if my life was bright
And topped with a cup of wine

But you see the thing is,
When at the end of the day
You gotta step of the showbiz
You’re left with The Revealing Ray

CHORUS :
Cant lie to my soul
Cant pretend with myself
Cant take up a role
When I’m faced with myself


Cant go on like this
The pain is too intense
The faking of bliss
Its just an act, a pretense

Even when you tell your mind
“Oh man seriously, I’m chill”
Wake up; he ain’t blind
He can see that its just a fib pill

And he aint swallowin’
Especially when he feels your heart so well
So you end up lyin
To the world while you live through hell

When you fallin’ apart
‘Cause when you look around
You realize you aint in any heart
Whose love you thought was profound

When you look to your left
And right up and down
But all you see is the cleft
Done to make you look like a clown

CHORUS:
Cant lie to my soul
Cant pretend with myself
Cant take up a role
When I’m faced with myself

Cant go on like this
The pain is too intense
The faking of bliss
Its just an act, a pretense

You swallow hard
And tell yourself its okay
You raise your head high and lard
Your whole fib with an act so gay



You say it over and over
“Im okay; I don’t care”
But ohh brother
The truth you can’t even start to bear

You try to convince
Yourself you as fit as any fiddle
Though only you know that since
You been so, so feeble

And they all believe it
No-one tries to take a deeper peak
Cause truth is, to them you shit
And they don’t care if you’re weak


So you bare the pain alone
And you lie to them, and try to, with your soul
Though the truth can be felt in your bone
You’re hurting; And the only way to fill that hole

Is to admit it to yourself
If not the whole world
That your pain is a soaring shelf
Always spillin tears so pearled.

CHORUS:
Cant lie to my soul
Cant pretend with myself
Cant take up a role
When I’m faced with myself

Cant go on like this
The pain is too intense
The faking of bliss
Its just an act, a pretense