Rip my heart out.
Rip this pain that I believe in.
My mind is like fire. Body full of empty, knowing only one person..
Knowing my hero is real,
Superman is coming and I feel there's nothing I can do.
I watch the city at the dark side of the moon waiting to see him.
If I don't catch him it'll be too late before I'm forgotten in his head.
As I lay on my bed thinking about him,
It feels like he's coming tonight,
As I leave and jump through the air and rip the light into pitch black in the city,
He is standing on the clock tower,
Spying on crime and justice, I'm spying on him,
He's tougher than nails I can tell you that,
I fly towards him feeling the air hit me like needles; I was falling feeling rejection hit me like a torpedo.
My hand was reaching for him, tears stream down my cheeks.
He stares and turns to blend with the dark sky and fly's over me,
Out of my reach, I fall and crumble to the ground, because actually,
He was no superman.
Hearts love you
Death adores me
You have all the right friends
I have all the worst conclusions
You fit in
I stick out
I cant ever be someone like you
You can be who ever you like,
…At least I know where I am standing.