Pretences
 
 

I wake up in the morning
The sun's shining bright
But I get a sinking feeling
That something's not right.
The birds are singing over yonder
As I lay in my bed and ponder
I don't wanna get up and face another day
But I know it can't be any other way
I can't ruin everything with this paranoia of mine
So I'll just make it seem like everything's fine
But I can't let down my defences
I'll just go on with my pretences
On the outside I'll be lying
Showing a brave face
But on the inside I'll be dying
And slowing my pace
But that's the way it has to be
I can't let anyone see
The tears I'm holding back
Or that I'm about to crack
I'll just set my pretences free
And appear to be happy old me.
 

© 27 April 1999