follow to my grave - part two

if the spell were broken
if i made a move
if i were to "win"
could it be i'd still lose
i am in love with my illusions
my illusions are in love with me
but i know my illusions are not reality

imagine my reaction
if i found my dreams shattered
to face my love of mirage
to find that she never really mattered
not her feelings
not her dreams
not her passions
not her
only my vision of her
my vision for her
was of concern to me

so there would i be
facing reality
the lies i built up no crumbled down
the disappointment, the disillusion
the hurt, the pain, the ruin
would line up like ducks
for which to silently follow to my grave