You sit on you bed, eyes staring off into the darkness of your room.
The sun set an hour ago, there are other places you should be.
Other places you are needed.
But you don't move. Because your room feels safe tonight, and you like
feeling safe.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
The song was blasted through the house earlier, courtesy of Dawn's
radio. You forget who sung it.. something fighting.. But the lyrics..
They are something you can't forget.
You've been trying for hours.
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
You would cry if you could. But you ran out of tears awhile ago.
So you just sit there, in the darkness, replaying the song over and
over in your head. Skipping ahead to the parts that hurt the most.
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
It's not easy to be me
In the few hours you've spent replaying the song, you've come to love
it. And you decided awhile ago that if your life were a TV show, that
it would be your theme song.
No.. you don't suppose it would be.
Your theme song wouldn't have words, because words cheapened things.
The theme picked for your show would be powerful notes, haunting
viewers as they tried to sleep at night.
Like your life haunted you.
Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...
You laugh in the darkness.
A hollow laugh, filled with more misery than mirth.
And you decide that you should write a book.
The pain behind the mask you'd call it.
That, or something similar.
Show people that super heroes weren't perfect. Weren't happy..
Your not insane yet, but your getting there.
It's not easy to be me.
You let the line replay itself through your head, chasing away all
other thoughts.
It got dark outside awhile ago, and there are other places you have to
be. Places the Slayer is needed.
But you decide that you'll sit there in your room a little longer.
Because it feels safe in your room tonight, and you haven't felt safe
in awhile.
You know your not safe - your never safe - but it feels safe,
and thats all that matters to you right now.
You'll go out there soon.
Another ten minutes, tops.
Because someone has to take care of those fucking vampires.
..But not just yet.
~FIN~
The sun set an hour ago, there are other places you should be.
Other places you are needed.
But you don't move. Because your room feels safe tonight, and you like
feeling safe.
Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
The song was blasted through the house earlier, courtesy of Dawn's
radio. You forget who sung it.. something fighting.. But the lyrics..
They are something you can't forget.
You've been trying for hours.
Find a way to lie
About a home I'll never see
You would cry if you could. But you ran out of tears awhile ago.
So you just sit there, in the darkness, replaying the song over and
over in your head. Skipping ahead to the parts that hurt the most.
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
It's not easy to be me
In the few hours you've spent replaying the song, you've come to love
it. And you decided awhile ago that if your life were a TV show, that
it would be your theme song.
No.. you don't suppose it would be.
Your theme song wouldn't have words, because words cheapened things.
The theme picked for your show would be powerful notes, haunting
viewers as they tried to sleep at night.
Like your life haunted you.
Up, up and away...away from me
It's all right...You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy...or anything...
You laugh in the darkness.
A hollow laugh, filled with more misery than mirth.
And you decide that you should write a book.
The pain behind the mask you'd call it.
That, or something similar.
Show people that super heroes weren't perfect. Weren't happy..
Your not insane yet, but your getting there.
It's not easy to be me.
You let the line replay itself through your head, chasing away all
other thoughts.
It got dark outside awhile ago, and there are other places you have to
be. Places the Slayer is needed.
But you decide that you'll sit there in your room a little longer.
Because it feels safe in your room tonight, and you haven't felt safe
in awhile.
You know your not safe - your never safe - but it feels safe,
and thats all that matters to you right now.
You'll go out there soon.
Another ten minutes, tops.
Because someone has to take care of those fucking vampires.
..But not just yet.
~FIN~
