My Heero
I do not own Foo Fighters or Gundam Wing.
Although she couldn't stop him, Relena watched Heero fight. She just didn't understand why people had to fight, but Heero was a perfect soldier. He was doing what he does best: fighting.
Too alarming now to talk about
Take your pictures down and shake it out
Truth or consequence say it aloud
Use that evidence race it around
He was an excellent fighter. She watched him intently, wondering how he could do that and still be alive. He cheated death so many times. He was like a superhero or a god even.
There goes my Heero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my Heero
He's extraordinary
She remembered when she first lay eyes on him. He was just a boy but in a soldier's uniform. Boys her age, boys she knew weren't soldiers, but scholars and students. Somehow, for some reason, Heero opened her eyes and she wanted to be near him and no one else.
Don't the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence say it aloud
Use the evidence race it around
She couldn't take her eyes off of him. He knew how to use his gundam like a pencil. It was second instinct for him. He was so good with it.
There goes my Heero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my Heero
He's extraordinary
She never thought that battle could be beautiful, but the way Heero fought, it was. He was a champion.
Kudos my Heero leaving all the best
You know my Heero the one's that's on
And after the battle, Heero's gundam may have been scrapped a bit, but he seemed untouched. She smiled at him and he smiled back. The man was unstoppable.
There goes my Heero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my Heero
He's extraordinary
There goes my Heero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my Heero
He's extraordinary.
She didn't care what people thought or said about Heero. There was nobody else she knew that could make the impossible, it was Heero Yuy, her perfect soldier. Her Heero.