My boy cinnamon was brave
But he wasn't enough

Don't say you love me
Don't look at me with those eyes
Don't get on your knees
and pray at the skies

I'm higher than a satellite
and your stuck on the street
Please don't call for me
the next time when we meet

Don't call for me
Don't call me when you can
Don't call for me
I won't be your superman

I'm not flying through your hoops again
You'll never be my wife
Don't ask me to stop your bullets
I won't save your life

Don't you torture me with your words
You know that I can feel
Just keep shooting those bullets
my heart is made of steel

My heart is made of steel, but even steel can dent
Superman still has his weakness just covered by might
My dear love you dent my steel
You are my kryptonite

I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground

I have made a home in your home
But only because you took me away from mine

The moon turned it's eye when we hid to kiss
While the sun would blare it's rays in a dance for us
And how the stars would applaud when we made love

So many cords..
All tangled.
This was you
And I didn't know where to start from to set you free

I sang a song that was never mine to sing
And you wrote a story that was never yours to write
We were both thieves
But you were more skilled
Because while you stole my heart
I was incapable of even touching yours

You were wrapped in enticing packaging
Your name scripted in a luscious gold
Your picture proudly in front showing me what could be mine if I just opened the packet and took a bite
Yet I failed to read your ingredients
Of which hate and bitterness were the most previlent