Real? Not?

I have a secret no one knows,
About a certain man.
He thinks he is someone he's not.
And that's his master plan.

He believes people to love him instead,
And cater to his every whim,
I'm sorry to say he's over his head,
And I know the man can't swim.

Close to him, I'd say I was,
If I wasn't so full of shame.
I'd tell him all this too because,
He thinks life's just a game.

Why can't you see, you nutty fool.
That these are just figments and dreams.
For when you go and be a tool,
You're taking it to the extremes.

I'll talk to her for you m'boy,
You don't have to live a lie,
Don't let the fake one destroy,
the apple of your eye.

So sorry m' lad.
That it can't be had,
Your world of make-believe.
It's not because,
or who you was,
or how hard you try to weave.

Or why it is in your nightmares,
You feel empty and on your own,
You can't bring back your love with prayers,
So leave the dead alone.

I have a secret know one knows,
About a certain man.
The crazy nut wears my clothes,
Catch him if you can.