this can be quite private after all
i want this to be a quiet ranting ground. maybe not so private as i thought, but okay.
realised that contrary to when i was a kid, i don't wanna grow up so fast.
i want to be fourteen forever.
thoughts that one day, recessions will give me troubles, make me wanna be a kid forever.
what can i do to help, i don't know.
keeping myself under wraps.
hiding under a blanket, trying to deceive myself into thinking everything's okay isn't gonna to help i know.
why isn't there a world where there are no troubles.
there is one.
its called heaven
but i know, there's no quick route to heaven
settling for down-to-earth haven.
but i'll gun down all of those pretty rainbows and make them mine.
i'll soar to the heavens, i'll fly to the sky,
and in midst of all the excitement, people will wonder why.
why can't they fly?
because i'm superman and they aren't.
i believe that marvel is smarter than we think.
there is a superman.
but like us, superman has weaknesses.
maybe, not kryptonite.
but unforeseen weaknesses.
no one's indestructible.
likewise, someone who seems divinely strong on the outside, has weaknesses too.
she may not be able to withstand all the teasing.
she pretends she's okay, she pretends nothing's wrong,
but maybe, just maybe, she's crying her heart out inside.
and with each teardrop that drips from her eyes,
her heart wears out chip by chip, and disappears from our sight.
what remains may just be an empty soul, one we continue teasing.
but the frail shell that is remaining, is just a formality.
maybe no one understand's what i'm writing.
counselling, needs a lot of bravery to face.
and ask yourself, are you brave enough to ask what's your weakness.
deceiving yourself never works. but i know i'm not strong enough to face up to my weaknesses,
i chose to live a sheltered life.
but maybe now's the moment, to step into the sunlight,
the cruel merciless world, dog-eat-dog, but it's for the better.
maybe i'll be stronger.
and finally, i'll really be Superman.
realised that contrary to when i was a kid, i don't wanna grow up so fast.
i want to be fourteen forever.
thoughts that one day, recessions will give me troubles, make me wanna be a kid forever.
what can i do to help, i don't know.
keeping myself under wraps.
hiding under a blanket, trying to deceive myself into thinking everything's okay isn't gonna to help i know.
why isn't there a world where there are no troubles.
there is one.
its called heaven
but i know, there's no quick route to heaven
settling for down-to-earth haven.
but i'll gun down all of those pretty rainbows and make them mine.
i'll soar to the heavens, i'll fly to the sky,
and in midst of all the excitement, people will wonder why.
why can't they fly?
because i'm superman and they aren't.
i believe that marvel is smarter than we think.
there is a superman.
but like us, superman has weaknesses.
maybe, not kryptonite.
but unforeseen weaknesses.
no one's indestructible.
likewise, someone who seems divinely strong on the outside, has weaknesses too.
she may not be able to withstand all the teasing.
she pretends she's okay, she pretends nothing's wrong,
but maybe, just maybe, she's crying her heart out inside.
and with each teardrop that drips from her eyes,
her heart wears out chip by chip, and disappears from our sight.
what remains may just be an empty soul, one we continue teasing.
but the frail shell that is remaining, is just a formality.
maybe no one understand's what i'm writing.
counselling, needs a lot of bravery to face.
and ask yourself, are you brave enough to ask what's your weakness.
deceiving yourself never works. but i know i'm not strong enough to face up to my weaknesses,
i chose to live a sheltered life.
but maybe now's the moment, to step into the sunlight,
the cruel merciless world, dog-eat-dog, but it's for the better.
maybe i'll be stronger.
and finally, i'll really be Superman.