They know of her beauty,
They know of her grace,
But what they can see
Is just her face.

She wonders if the darkness
Will ever set her free.
She wonders if the dance will end,
What it will make her be.
Do people ever notice her?
Do people know her name?
Or is it just the endless dance
That was her little game?
A game with life, a game with hope,
A game that broke each law,
A game that hid her true self
And changed what people saw.
The game lost life, the game lost hope,
The game still broke each rule,
And as she fell deep in despair
She knew she was the fool.
No longer did she love the dance,
No longer did she care,
And finally her precious dance
Was nothing but a dare.
A dare to bet all that she had,
A dare to risk it all,
A dare to take the chance that she
Would not answer at all.
She took the dare, she took the chance,
Despite all good advice –
Advice that came from deep within –
So now she'll pay the price.
The price of hope, the price of joy,
The price of loved things dear,
And now that she has paid her price
She has naught left but fear.
Fear and hate, sorrow and rage,
Resentment at the chance,
Depression and pain, nothing good-
Nothing but the dance.

The dance.

But as she starts her last dance
She knows she's lost her last chance.

She begins her final dance
A dance of treacherous chance
No one sees her endless dancing,
Dancing her deadly dance,
A dance with fire, a dance with pain,
A dance of white-hot hate,
And when they see her partner is Death
They see it far too late.
As her partner ends her dance,
She knows she'll never be free,
And as Death ends her last dance,
I realize – the dancer is me.