Fated?
As the mysteries running around my mind step into the light, the picture becomes clearer and clearer. Like some kind of unwilling detective I've pieced it all together, and the sinister sub plot lurking in my peripherals is in plain view. With reason finally laid before me, a method finally attributed to the madness, A horrible motif begins to stir and re-awaken in the darkest places of my being.
We said we didn't know why. We were both lying.
Even when I think I'm Batman, I'm too much of the Robin for you, for anyone. Even if the real hero is unattainable, hundreds of miles away, the mere thought of him is worth more than the sidekick I seem to be. It's always gone down like that, and it probably always will, until I hit rock bottom.
Am I fated to always take second place?
Bad day 2. Only a few more right?
We said we didn't know why. We were both lying.
Even when I think I'm Batman, I'm too much of the Robin for you, for anyone. Even if the real hero is unattainable, hundreds of miles away, the mere thought of him is worth more than the sidekick I seem to be. It's always gone down like that, and it probably always will, until I hit rock bottom.
Am I fated to always take second place?
Bad day 2. Only a few more right?