The Great Pretender

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