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 pa**ion 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