secret      bizarre and empty dramas   enter into the mind and forget to leave   lack of comfort or mere acceptance   becomes debility      loss of balance and concentration   causes ideas to proliferate   realistic portraits echo   glamorous hideaway      you got what you wanted   a life, love, some money   it's oh so damn funny   it's not for real      it's okay, really, it's okay   i understand   i know your secret   and your secret is safe with me      awake and dreaming life is splendid   an oasis from reality   forever lost in the pretending   this ring of sanity      you got what you wanted   a life, love, some money   it's oh so damn funny   it's not for real      and so the images return again   the symbolism seems irrelavant   when there is nothing left to comprehend   it's so much easier just to pretend