Faking it, is easy
Life, love, happiness
All prey to a mask we adorn
Faking love
When its too difficult to say no
Or accept that you’ve grown apart
Faking happiness
So the neighbours won’t know
You’re not feelin’ great, anymore
Faking joie de vivre
Or loneliness would break your heart
Faking it, is easy
The price of not faking
Is to feel the pain
And not hide
Is to open your tender heart
To rejection and abuse
And still not loose faith
And believe in the hope, that you will
Find another who isn’t faking it
Faking it, after all, is easy, we all do it!
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