paroles de chanson Heroes Cry (why?) - D-Rae

Nightmares used to be about monsters
Now they're all about faults and my blunders
At the end of the road there's a platter
But I still got the world on my shoulders

Wait, is it Malloy?

Bury feelings in a coffin in the Styx
Stick to kicking pebbles, catapulting rocks and throwing sticks
Cause they might just hurt me, but the words I use will never miss
My heart might be broken but it's precious, keep it in a Pyx
Heroes cry, and I used to wonder why
I don't have a cape but I see tears that's welling in my eyes
A demise in disguise
I see things, not fantasize
All the lyrics that I write, it may just be a compromise
Yeah
Working hard all year
Crying out right here
Driving fast, I veer
And it's may but it's cold
I'm seeing things like "whoa"
Lil baby, uh like whoa
And I got my coat
It doesn't help the s-
Nightmares used to be about monsters
Now they're all about faults and my blunders
At the end of the road there's a platter
But I still got the world on my shoulders
Like a Boulder
It's still getting colder
We're not getting younger
My journey like Gulder
Weapon in my holder
Use it to get over
Out of range like rover
Heating up like saunas
I need Clovers
Wisdom like Yoda
And I wonder
Over there like yonder
Thinking, I ponder
"Is this real like Wanda?"
"Or my powers like Wanda?"
I really need a Wanda
Yeah
Working hard all year
Crying out right here
Driving fast, I veer
And it's may but it's cold
I'm seeing things like "whoa"
Lil baby, uh like whoa
And I got my coat
It doesn't help the snow
Nightmares used to be about monsters
Now they're all about faults and my blunders
At the end of the road there's a platter
But I still got the world on my shoulders
Bury feelings in a coffin in the Styx
Stick to kicking pebbles, catapulting rocks and throwing sticks
Cause they might just hurt me, but the words I use will never miss
My heart might be broken but it's precious, keep it in a Pyx
Heroes cry, and I used to wonder why
I don't have a cape but I see tears that's welling in my eyes
A demise in disguise
I see things, not fantasize
All the lyrics that I write, it may just be a compromise
Yeah
Working hard all ye-