.I'm, possibly, dying now.
If he wanted to talk to me, to change my mind, he could have and he would have. But he didn't. He waited to talk to her. And that's just the way it is. ------------------------------------------------- I can’t stand to fly I’m not that naive I’m just out to find The better part of me I’m more than a bird...I’m more than a plane More than some pretty face beside a train It’s not easy to be me I Wish that I could cryFall upon my knees Find a way to lie About a home I’ll never see It may sound absurd...but don’t be naive Even Heroes have the right to bleedI may be disturbed...but won’t you concede Even Heroes have the right to dream It’s not easy to be me Up, up and away...away from meIt’s all right...You can all sleep sound tonight I’m not crazy...or anything… I can’t stand to fly I’m not that naive Men weren’t meant to ride With clouds between their knees I’m only a man in a silly red sheet Digging for kryptonite on this one way streetOnly a man in a funny red sheetLooking for special things inside of me It’s not easy to be me.

