They said we could be heroes, if only we tried

But I can’t be a hero — I’ve already died

I’ve walked through a desolation too horrid to bear

Where I sunk to the bottom, consumed by despair

But the thing with the bottom, is there’s no where to go

But up when you’ve fallen to the lowest of lows

And up’s where I climbed (with a helper or two)

And up’s where I now live, steadfast and true

But I can’t be a hero, I’m not that kind of girl

Who rushes into battle to save the whole world

I’m a vile sort creature, one grown men fear

For I can’t be trusted, when others are near

I might snarl or bite, for I love my tricks

I might taunt and tease you, then kill you for kicks

Or I might be kind, be polite, be docile, be tame

But none dare discover — they think I’m all games

They think that I’m shallow, that I’ll never heal

And maybe they’re right — who’s to say what’s real?

They said we could be heroes, but forgot about me

Hero might sound nice, but it’s not my destiny

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