I've mourned more than one life that night
Caught the wind of what could have been
And when they walked in on me I deflected off the masks
Told them that like everyone else tonight
I am pretending
"Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it." C.S. Lewis