Superman

-Even heroes have the right to bleed-

The sun shines, the clouds rolls.
The rain comes, the storm approaches.
And the flood comes straight after the drought.

So. is the problem really with me after-all?
I don't know. I don't know anything anymore.

I want a trip down to the beach for a week to clear my head.
to sort out my feelings, to find my true self.
underneath all this mess I've created to protect myself in.

Even Superman has somebody,
but where's mine?
Where's mine?

-It's not easy to be me-