- cifra
You've got me wrong
I'm not so hard
I'm not so strong
When this is said and done
I'll realign
I will resolve
He's the golden boy
He's the savior
He's the one
But there's another side
Waiting like a loaded gun
Just a wonder child
That has come to save the day
The hero couldn't fly
So he beats his little face
Another blackened eye
Another hail to my skin
I swear just one more time
Let me pay for all my sin
The slef-afflicted wants to quit
This hurts so good I must be sick
The worst has yet to come
Tomorrow they will see
It hurts the ones I love
Much more then it hurts me
