He canât sit and wait for his life to take shape.
Shipped off for six days to come home to the end of an era.
Heâs packing up his bags while sheâs crying on the phone.
But he canât help but feel like heâs the one to blame.
Stuck in the crossfire of lies,
And the selfishness his father portrays.
As he sits on his bed, staring out the window.
All he feels, all he hears, is the sound of the wind,
And the emptiness the air,
Carries through his empty home.
As the hallways blacken, the roofs collapsing
He screams for help
âYou wouldnât change a thing,
You couldnât change at all.
âMy hero youâre leaving me!â
âYou wouldnât change a thing,
You couldnât change at all.
âMy hero youâre leaving me!â
âYou wouldnât change a thing,
You couldnât change...â
As he lays on his bed staring at the ceiling,
And his consciousness has him in a choke hold.
He kept fighting,
Over and over and over and over again!
And as he looked into his fathers eyes,
With tears streaming down his face,
He thought, âIâll never be like you,
I donât want to end up this way.â
But at the time the man was his hero.
He failed him he broke him down.
Now heâs all alone, sitting in a quiet room.
âMy hero youâre leaving me!â
âYou wouldnât change a thing,
You couldnât change at all.â
âIt was so perfect, now youâve ruined it!â