Bubijeva pesmarica

Oh, yGes, I’m the grD₇eat preteGnder,G₇​
pretCending that I’m living wGell.G₇​
My nCeed is sD₇uch, I preteGnd too muCch,
I’m lGonely but nD₇o one can teGll.D₇​

Oh, Gyes, I’m the D₇great G G₇pretender,
a Cdrift in a world of my G G₇own.
I Cplay the D₇game to my Greal Cshame,
you’ve Gleft me to D₇dream all G D₇alone.

Too rCeal is this feeling of mGake belG₇ieve,
too reCal when I feel what my heGart can’t concD₇eal.

Oh, yes, I’m the great pretender,
just laughin’ and gay like a clown.
I seem to be what I’m not, you see,
I’m wearing my heart like a crown,
pretending that you’re not around.

Too rCeal is this feeling of mGake belG₇ieve,
too reCal when I feel what my heGart can’t concD₇eal.