give me my heart back
i’m desperate to feel
desperate to be something more than a mask
i’m out on my own
and you think you know but at last
i’m accepting i’m a monster
but when the heroes are gone
i’ll put on my good guy armor.

you won't except me into your world
i'm forced to be nothing but
the bad guy in a book

would you be able to comprehend
if i saved you yet again
*what if the hero is a monster?

We do it out of spite,
inside lies a angry child.
spitting his words of denial,
he ran with wolves he was wild.

He flew like a disconnected  kite,
out a 7 story building window.
He tried to fit in and speak the kids lingo,
but he was one of many losing a blackout game of bingo.

He fought the good fight,
but tonight he threw in the towel.
When someone tried to stop him he replied with a growl,
as he flew out that 7 story window he flew down to the ground with a howl.

Can't we just for tonight pretend this boy,
that this boy,
lives inside us,
he died within us.
His heart was broke,
like a wheel without a spoke,
he missed the times and was made into a joke.