SuperHero

Maybe I like being 'emo' or it's just something that happens to me...wayy too often. I don't hate it...I wish I could control it...But other times, I just write about it.

And in my head, i ran fast...and i started to fly...i closed my eyes...
to stop the tears from running by...
dont get me rong, i am not weak...
it's just the cold air gettin to my feet...
my finger tips tremble, my tounges startin to shake...
Im starting to feel real...Im letting go of being fake...

i look over the world, the world that i save...
the people that i love ...the people that i hate,
i look down on the world...filled with anger and pride,
sandy and distorted...washed up by the furious tide...
Then, i look down on you...the way you are and the way you used to be...
the same way you used to look down on me...
I can see that at the top of your mind, you think your right....you think your true...
i look down on 'all' of you...
every bit, that i thought i knew...

and then i feel so scared, as i begin to fall...
not anymre, do i feel so tall...i tried to save the world...be the superhero i knew i could...
but with one hard thud, i knew i never would...
i started to feel useless... and i curled up at the side of my bed...
when you called to tell me it was all untrue...And that it was all in my head...
...It Was All In My Head...