this stuff aint real
you act like i'm numb
can't feel
do i look like i was born yesterday
am i that dumb
no way
i'm the man behind the freaking curtain
that one knight in slightly rusted armor
no more
what happens when superman gives up
when the hero joins the bad guys
it's relentless
can't we prevent this
wish i could give up
but we all know
fools can't wish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem