| I always wanted to tell you I needed you
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| But now I’m glad that I never did
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| Because I never lied about that at least
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| It probably would have scared you, anyway
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| One more excuse for you to run away
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| And it scares me that you’re so easily scared
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| What falsity did I lead my heart into this time
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| Unfailingly nave
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| Maybe I just fell in love with being the dream
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| Ugh
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| More and more
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| I find I don’t want you
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| Shit, another lie
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| Tried to deceive myself
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| It’s not easy
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| It’s just pathetic
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| Well
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| They say we don’t need anyone at least
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| Ugh
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| You don’t know
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| You never know
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| And your uncertainty is infecting me
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| Because now even I’m not sure
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| Do I hate you for not being who I thought you were
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| Or do I hate myself for loving one I’ve just created
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| Didn’t you know
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| A hero’s a most fragile thing
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| One must never get close
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| Enough to touch
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| Or fuck
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| For mortality can also be transmitted
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| And with even a brush against our blemished human skin
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| Slick with impious fluids
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| Their skin becomes dry and cracked
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| And holes form inside their perfect characters
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| I guess now I can understand being let down
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| By an ideal
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| When heroes turn to cowards
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| You start to resent your dreams
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| You once glanced up into their brave
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| Bright faces
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| Now you can’t even meet their dull
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| Downward turned eyes
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| Plagued with constant failure
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| The only thing they will ever succeed in is disappointing
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| It’s so easy
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| It’s so pathetic
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| And so they stop trying
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| And never give you the chance
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| That was their promise to you
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| Implied all |