They Can Make Heros Normal Too

Hush,don't say a word,
because it's only words and nothing more.
It's nothing I haven't heard
but all the same they make my heart soar.
Words can lift you,kill you,
yet they pour so sweetly from your lips.
(let me taste.)
They can make heros normal too,
they can bring you down to this.

I'm not perfect,I know.
I've been lost in a personal hell.
I've fought it through though,
I've got the scars to tell the tale.
It was all those days commiting social suicide
and being told I'm not acceptable to them.
All those days I just wanted to run and hide
knowing I could never win.

The day I grew up seemed so far away
and more I hated my life with each and every rhyme.
Now I see adulthood creeping closer each day
and all I want is a little more time.
She was my only true friend
who forced me to hold my head up high,
and to never accept any sort of end.
She made me know what it's like to fly.

I don't know what I did wrong.
Maybe I wasn't good enough
or maybe she was pretending all along,
but she cut off her love.
Who is there to take my hand?
Because my world's so cold and mepty.
I just want out of this godless land,
I need someone to need me.