They say that stories die hard Harder if they’re breaking your heart The good times fade way too fast The more you have, the more you forget
I don’t need a crutch What I need is something real Just get some stronger drugs Cause I forgot how to feel Something to fill me up And take away all this evil
Even Superman he cried He was so addicted to his Kryptonite But he changed his world one day at a time And he stood for good until good died
So stay away from my backyard My hearts off limits and I’m on guard You better leave and leave real fast You took too much, now bury the past
You don’t need a crutch What you need is something real But you’re out of touch in your mind Cause you forgot how to feel
You need some stronger drugs To wash away all that evil
Even Superman he cried He was so addicted to his Kryptonite But he changed his world one day at a time And he stood for good until good died
He cried he cried he cried he cried He cried he cried he cried he cried
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