Hiding behind a calm appearance
Everything seems a facade
Abandoned yet again
Reliving the moments of pain
Trying to keep it together
Living as a shadow
Each moment brings more hurt
Soul full of darkness
Silently enduring torture

I am not a hero.
I never claimed I was.
I just wanted to do something good.
I am not an angel.
I never pretended to be.
I just knew that I could save you.
I am not strong.
I never thought I was.
I am just as fragile as anyone could be.
You claimed me as your own.
You wanted to be with me.
You always saw me as more than I did.

What happens when you break
In front of the one you love?
When your world collapses around you?
Do you expect them to fix you
Or should you let them run away?
How can you help another
When you yourself are falling apart?
Can't protect them.
Can't save them.
Can't even save me.
Piece by piece,
It shatters around you.
What's left for you?
She handed me a shard of myself
And bit by bit,
We put it back together

I assume at one point I was an angel.
But I was left behind in shadows.
So many friends stuck in darkness.
I was the only one who could help.
I pulled them out.
I guess that I left a bit of myself behind.
I'm not the same as I was.
I only try to help,
Hoping that I'll come back.
It doesn't work.
My wings stay black.
Who will pull me out of the darkness?

I don't remember much of that day.
Can't even recall how it began.
I just think I remember something.
Faces. People. Tools.
Doctors milling around.
They seemed to be congratulating each other.
Apparently, something succeeded.
My skin was cold against the metal table.
"What happened?" I tried to ask.
I doubt it came out quite right.
"It's done. The surgery is over," one said.
They tried to explain.
I couldn't hear them.
What surgery?
I tried to raise up.
"Slowly. You're still out of it."
My hand ran across my chest.
There were stitches across it.
"What did you do?"
"Removed your heart. You'll thank us."
Now, it seems like a dream.
Not sure if it really happened.
I can't thank them.
I can't feel.
I wish it was just a dream,
But sometimes...
I still feel the scars.

What has happened to me?
Something is changing inside.
I feel it coursing through my veins.
My vision is blurring.
I can't think right anymore.
There's only the pain.
Everywhere.
It burns within.
The pain is becoming anger.
Anger at everything.
Blood drips off my face.
The metro is collapsing.
I don't care.
Too much to handle.
Can't think
Can't concentrate
Can't think.
Who are these people?
They don't belong here.
This is my territory.
I have to get them out.
I just want to...
Hunt.

I wish I knew better how to help you.
I try my best, but I know it isn't enough.
You still worry that you can't mean much to me.
You get jealous of my friends because you worry I'll leave you for one of them.
How do I prove my loyalty?
I stay by your side.
I guide you when you need to be guided.
I protect as best I can.
Is it not enough?
You fear that I'll leave
Even though you'd have more to benefit if you left.
How else can I help you?
What more can I say to comfort you?