The way I looked at you
It was like, Superman looking at Lois lane
She never saw me for Clark Kent
It’s probably why I never noticed her in her lowest lane.
And now I’m stuck in my doomsday
Trying to figure out how I’m holding this kryptonite and nothing else.
Weak and decrepit
I ask myself how did she become such a parasite
I never wanted to be a superhero
But it seems as if you’re my supervillain
There is no justice league for a cut this deep
No Batman with an exit plan
No Mongul to remind me I’m human.
I’m an alien.
Exposed to a new atmosphere
Yet pulled by the same gravity.
There is no league
Im not going to find justice.
My hearts been stolen
And no Superman can save me from being Clark Kent.