Treasure Island

Jazz Christopher

(1/31/95 / Oakland, California)

My Hero


My hero, my hero
Why do you have to be a zero
Turning your head around
Causing everybody to make a frown

Hero, my hero
Where are you going?
Going to go see how your mother
And father is doing?

My hero, my hero
Why do you have to con formulate
Why can't we just communicate
Why are we gonna have to hate
Who are we going to congratulate

Hero, my hero
Why can't we just be friends?
Because I don't want our friendship to end
I gave you a letter and send it to you

I was waiting and waiting
But it looked like I was a fool

Crying and helpless
Breathing so reckless

My bones are aching
My whole body is shaking

Scared for my life
Trying to pick a fight

Hero, my hero
You're my only hope

To be continued...

Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2013

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