heroes are such fickle things to have
underneath their wings, underneath their wings,
we find that they do not exist cept to the naked eye.
long ago i had a friend,
who was a hero of mine.
before i knew better than to let him have my pride
he got himself into a corner of my mind,
and now i never sleep alone at night.
falling so easy,
falling so hard.
taken aback by all of your scars,
falling so easy,
falling so hard,
they thank you after you tear them apart,
falling…
once upon a cloudy dream,
there was a ghost who haunted me,
lines on his face told stories of a worser time,
so i let him have this heart of mine.
lately he stays up at night,
looking for the brightest star in the sky,
i try to help but i’m blind,
to everything because he hides,
deeper in the pockets of my insides,
than even i can go.
falling so easy,
falling so hard.
taken aback by all of your scars,
falling so easy,
falling so hard,
they thank you after you tear them apart,
falling…
