A well rehearsed script
I play the part well
Bowing graciously
Hiding my surprise
That you don’t realize
How fake my act really is
Stop covering your eyes
It’s him I’m kissing on the stage
It’s him I’m holding on to
My love is reserved for him
It’s him I can’t let go
Take your play bill and leave
You had free admission
As the curtain falls
Your eyes tear up
And I smile
Because all I see
Is him
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