Hero
When I was young and you would lift me up,
I felt like I could touch the sky,
Now Im so close to the ground that my memories drag me down.
Lower than Before.
You don't lift me up anymore.
So what's the point. Why?
Continue on like I meant nothing.
It hurts so bad.
So tonight I ended all my pain
And welcomed sweet bliss.
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