When you’re falling from heaven they forget to tell you how you’re praised by the same ones that will talk about you.
All the care in the world but do they really care about you,
I pluck the dead feathers until I don’t have’em any more.
There’s a funny sound that I hear in my chest that keeps beating day after day it gets louder,
And the craziest thing I stop levitating.
I can’t walk on water no more!
And the wind use to listen to my whistle!

So much pain
So much hurt
It’s hot down here
So I hide behind a rock
I look for shade
I look for love
Things have change
But why does it feel like change don’t even want us ?
And yet some praise superman for how he can bend a lock
I should go to him to see if he know about this heart stuff.