Oh, to reach through all your surface, just to
find an empty pool, and to suffer all your
pride, as i lay down by your side, and you
swallowed up my heart and left me a fool, left
me a fool.
Everybody loves a hero, an
image to create, antithesis
of everything inside ourselves we hate, but you'd
better close your eyes when it's time for them to die,
because you'd hate to think the life you'd build upon
them was a lie.
I resign myself to silence.
I will never blow your cover,
no one ever has to know who the hero too for lover,
but it comes to mind as you blaze on as brilliant as a
star, how many you've left behind, how many
casualties there are.