I am not superman. I carry around guns for protection. I have killed many And never was sorry. I have stolen from men who have stolen from others. Do not look at me as a savior, Not even as a big brother, because I am nothing of a role model. My wings have broken and I don't even have a place to call home. Pain is written on my skin with the smirk of a devil leaving cracks all over for sorrow to sneak its way in and bury itself deep into my bones. So give me hope because I'm not man enough to create my own. I keep putting other's lives before mine hoping that counts as love but wind up realizing that doesn't count as anything Trust me, I'm no superman. I can't even save myself. I've burned my cape in the fires of hell because I've been there enough to know I can't wear it anymore. I have flaws enough to fill the ocean and I'm sick of drowning and I'm tired of counting dead bodies and I’m tired of swimming through waves I'm not big enough for. So hear the violin and piano play my symphony of the fallen man. I never said I could fly. I never said I could save your life. I never gave up though. So hold me tight and let me finally break and fall into the arms of someone I can trust and someone I know that'll keep my heart safe buried next to theirs. I've played wicked games and lost too many times and now I just want to sleep. I'm tired of turning up black and blue But I'll do anything to protect you. If you were never here then I would have ended this a long time ago. I would have welcomed the salt water into my lungs Or fall asleep in a tree and meet death in the morning as I hang in silence. But now I beg for hope because I'm torn apart. But I know am seen as your superman so I’m going to hang on with all my might, And live this life with you as a hero as your superman.