The Great Dissemblers

The Great Dissemblers
Oh-oh, we’re the great dissemblers
Pretending that we’re doing well
Our need is such we dissemble too much
We’re deceitful as everyone can tell
Oh-oh, yes we’re the great dissemblers
Adrift in a world of our own
We play the game but to our real shame
Others are left to grieve all alone
Too real is this feeling of make-believe
Too real when we feel what our hearts must conceal
Yes we’re the great dissemblers
Just lying and faux like a clown
We seem to be what we’re not, you see
We’re wearing our deceit like a crown
Pretending the world is not round
 (apologies to The Platters & songwriter Buck Ram)