[Verse]
I hate to fake it
But I have to make it
I hate to leave things unsaid
[Verse]
You have to fake it
We have to make it
We’ll fake it till we’re done with it
[Chorus]
We fake love so we will make love
We do what keeps us moving
Move on, let’s keep on grooving
We laugh, we lean, we shake it
We Fake it; make it; break it
[Bridge]
For once… for good
For all it’s worth: the things unsaid
[Outro]
We know what matters in the end
Now isn’t that a laugh?
Too bad there’s not a laugh track.
You always know when to cry;
don’t need a track for that, right?
Oh, you’re saying that you laugh at yourself?
Yet when you cry, you cry over someone else.
You cry because it’s over.
Now isn’t that a cry?
Oh man, welcome to life.
Now you can’t help but crack a laugh
at the irony of your life’s tragicomic track.
If only that were a crying baby in the other room.
You’re but a grown-up knowing not what to do.
Now, when you cry it’s over.
Not a cue card, yet the audience applauds.
You freeze, and that ain’t a dramatic pause.
(So what’s left for the show?)
The denouement is over.
Reveries That I Call Poetry 