US
What am I supposed to be?
I never feel good enough for anybody.
Beauty is pain and I’m starting to really digest that.
In my journey, I’ve learned that roses really do stink. They look beautiful, but they can always poke you.
I don’t trust anything I hear, and I believe half of what I see, nowadays.
I can be Superman, but I can’t save everybody.... Even if I wanted to.
I’m already having trouble saving myself. Why does everyone else see the hero in me, except for Mary Jane and Lois Lane?
If I can’t save me, who gon save... US?
