Looking out the window, all I see is a world full of potential.
And yet, I'm doing absolutely nothing.
I'm living a life without meaning, which can't even be considered a life at all.

You can't run away from your fears, and you can't run away from yourself.
You can lock away all your hopes and dreams in fear of getting hurt, or losing everything...
But what's the point?
What is the point in running away your whole life?
That's not living, that's just surviving.

Looking out the window at the orange sky,
I watch the sun go down, and the moon rise.
Just because your whole world is turned upside down doesn't mean the earth will stop just because you did.
Everything keeps going, and life goes on.

All I ever wanted was to be a hero.
A person that could be trusted.
A person that someone could have faith in.
A person to rely on.

All I ever wanted was to be a hero.
To make something of my life.
To mean something.
To be special.
To be recognized.
To be loved.

All I ever wanted was to be a hero...
But I guess things like that just don't happen to people like me.
And I will forever only be...
A dreamer.