Dancing to this game of sociality,
Weaving in and forth through compliments and flattery,
Never take a break or falter,
Always needing the other person for this breathless dance,
Before your distance breaks through,
Watch me Fall to the Seas of Sin,
Drowning myself so much further,
While to me your careful reputation is falling down,
Like a child's letter blocks stacked up high on the edge of a counter...
Causer of pain,
Causer of tears;
Maker of joy,
Maker of pride;
Tonight is the last stand,
Today is the first dance.
She has tried to never falter,
Though she has sinned much;
Her mind could shine,
If only she wasn't pressed by shame so much;
Today is her final give-away,
Tonight is her first good-bye.
But never mind the little girl in her shadowed corner,
Holding tightly to a little piece of flesh,
Dressed in black tears and a Sinner's clothes,
She's never been much and she never will be,
She looks for happiness yet she might never find it,
Even though all she ever wanted was a Knight in Shining Armor.
Now turn your face away again,
She has no need of being noticed;
Her hopes and dreams are smashed,
Most of her feelings she cannot recognize;
Alas, she wallows in self-pity,
And grim shame over that much compared to others' problems.
She doesn't need True Love now,
For she fears hers is dead,
She doesn't want True Love now,
For she fears she has tainted it and will lose it forever,
And that only her wanting humanity will keep her alive and sane now,
Since the tragic recourse offered to her in early childhood is taking its toll,
Killing her deep passion inside,
Mounting her pride, embarrassment, and love for none to see,
Shooting her with cravings of a fight,
And touching her with the blissful feelings of sin.