The Great Pretender - Human Drama

I am the great pretender

Pretending I can’t see

The actor strikes a pose against the script he’s given

He blames every hand that ever laid upon him

The clown, white, drips as he tries to recover all he’s lost

His heart, his soul he cannot find

I am the great pretender

Pretending I can’t see

In solitude he steps toward the waiting arms of a lonely night

It is his life

It is his lover

Boundaries marked by pain

It keeps all passion in his pocket

He buried the love that could not die

I am the great pretender

Pretending I can’t see

The comic slaps his side while tragedy sits on his shoulder

Have another drink

The night is so young

While away another chapter waits patiently for it’s hero

Who has yet to save a single day