The hero stands across from me, I dare not speak his name.
Chivalrous and Valiant, the source of all my shame.
I wonder how it came to this. What was my mistake?
That he should be the hero is a sick and twisted fate.
It didn't have to be this way. I wanted to be good.
But things didn't end up the way I surely thought they would.
So now he has come for me and there's little I can do.
I wonder if he knows that there's a villain in him too.