You cant tell me that ive caused this to myself, we both know isnt true, i didnt plan any of this, if i could go back and see whats was coming for me, you know i wouldnt accept it
All the things i did for those i loved
I just want to be happy
Thats all i want
It inst fair
I tried so hard, all the times that i didnt touched my skin
That i avoid to feel the pain
Just so i could protected those i love
For what cost?
I always save them
No ones saves me
And i dont wanna be the hero
The last thing that i wanna be its the hero of the story
Hero its a pretty name for somebody that cannot chose if they can fight or not
Hero is someone that cant choose, have no option
If they need to suffer, its all what they will know for life
Because theres no one there for them
And i guess its ok, its ok to be someone elses hero
But im so tired
Cuz when i cry, no ones there for me
When i need
No ones there for me
Only myself
Wheres my hero?
Wheres someone that would do anything for me, the way i do for other that i care for?
You know, sometimes it really feels like nothings make sense, like everything its just a beatiful coincidence
I touch peoples life and bring everything good that i could bring, even if im dead inside, maybe ive just kept myself alive all of these years to bring sense to others life
But not for mine
And after all i found a little sense in this
Like im a real remedy for other people
And you know, remedies just have one thing they need to do, be good to people
People consume it, get better, and then its over
Lifes move on for them.
Always do.
