No Heroes Anymore

June 3, 2013

No such thing as heroes No one to save you this time When you fall no one is going to catch you this time When you jump You are going to have to learn how to fly Cause there is no such thing as heroes flying through the sky We have to learn how to fly with our own wings No time for hesitation Spread you wings Fly free Cause there is no such thing as a hero We have to break our own chains And set ourselves free

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ChemicallyDeformed

To be honest, There's not much to tell, I'm an everyday girl, Going from day to day, It's all grey, But that's okay, 'Cause that's all there is, Better grey than red, Better grey than dead. 15 and insane. There isn't much to know about me, because there isn't much left of me. I am a writer, an artist, and a dreamer. I am good at being none of the above. You will forget me, I guarantee it. But most of you will never know me so there is nothing to forget.

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