Disclaimer: The song is from the TV show, Smallville. I own nothing.
A Falling Superman.
Harry stood in front of the cave. No sound was uttered except for the distant sound of the sea. Hate and revenge were burning in his heart. So many thing were lost. How dare he, take everything he loved. Some people deserved to die at birth.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
He had taken everything. His friends, his love to fly, his freedom. No one saw Harry as 'Just Harry', only as Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived. He would give almost anything to live life as a normal childhood.
I'm more than a bird…I'm more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It's not easy to be me
He never really had a childhood. Not a good one at least. People who had his kind of memories usually didn't. His parents screams, Cedric's death, Hermione and Ron's glaring eyes, Ginny's tears. His one love, he never had a chance to tell her how he felt. The only one he could open up to, the only one that would really listen. He wanted kids, he wanted a home. That was something he dreamed of with her.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
Reality was something too horrible to deal with. He often held his breath under water, in hope to feel what it would be like to have no worries. It didn't work, the nightmares followed him everywhere.
It may sound absurd…but don't be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed…but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
When he made Harry afraid of heights, when he killed them, when he…., when he…., when he…., so many when he's. He was going to end it tonight. One of them would not walk out of there alive. He even hoped they both would die. Then all the pain would end.
It's not easy to be me
Up, up and away…away from me
It's all right…You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy…or anything…
I can't stand to fly
No more, he promised himself, no more. It will end tonight. It will end tonight. All will end tonight.
I'm not that naïve
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
It's not easy to be me.
Beware Voldemort, I will show no mercy.