I look in the mirror and tell the man I see there

that I'm happy, I'm fine, I'm okay, maybe I'm just getting by

I swore I would not lie any more

when I lie to everyone everyday I breathe

There's an art to the way I move

and there's an art to the way I talk

there's an art to the way I lie to everyone

there's an art to getting by

you don't need to believe the idea

that if you say something often enough it will come true

maybe it won't, maybe someday it will

but either way you can just get by

place a smile on your face

walk with you head held high

laiugh when they tell a joke

and they won't notice

if you cry in your sleep

wipe away the tears before you get up

no-one ever has to know

the way you lie to them all..