And you're not who I pretend, who I love, to no avail.
And you say that I'm a friend, but I cower as you fail.

And your mercy carves a fool,
And my cowardice is cruel.

And the fires that can't follow, never laughing as I flee.
And pretending and forgetting pleading, crying, hard to see.

And you're less than I pretend, friends are scarred, my hands are burned.
And you say that I'm a friend, lost or living, now returned

Would a captive daydream say.
She was nothing to betray.

Loving ghost and perfect daydream, cruel sadistic, perfect still.
And the friend who once betrayed you now turns to her own free will.

She's as dead, will I? pretend, holy image, sacred lands.
Fraud, fear, fight, force, fire friend, marred ideals and stolen hands

And my fears can not be braved
And my ghost can not be saved.

She could teach if phantoms listen, she could dance, she doesn't choose.
She'll embrace love, lies, and folly, final dance, her love to lose.