Infamous

We all form these broken dreams,
and spread our shredded wings;
And we try to fly away
But my only talent is how I can stay.

And no matter what I need,
My wounds refuse to bleed.
No tell-tale sign of death.
No warning for my last breath.

My time has come to fly,
how black and blue the sky,

Is this really my fate?
Becoming sympathetic bait?

You couldn't pay attention to me before?
It took losing my life and crashing to the floor?

How wonderful it feels to be important when I'm gone.
How perfect it feels to be Infamous...