Punches to my soul
The chill of a racing blade
Each day pushes me a bit closer to the end
When I get onstage like grabbing the last train
Gotta find the flame you need
To reach the women holding out their hands
Who yell they love me and I know nothing about them
That's why today I'm tired
That's why today I wanna scream
My missteps stick to my skin
Don't believe what the papers say
I'm not a hero, a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
Don't believe what the papers say
I'm not a hero, a hero
Cling to my tears
It's to help me carry all my sorrows
And I tell myself they're dreaming but it makes them feel good
With punches to the soul
I've found the storyline I need
To die famous you don't take anything with you
Except what others didn't wanna keep
That's why today I'm tired
That's why today I wanna scream
My missteps stick to my skin
Don't believe what the papers say
I'm not a hero, a hero
My missteps stick to my skin
Don't believe what the papers say
I'm not a hero, a hero
I'm not, I'm not a hero
I'm not, I'm not a hero