I fall down the horseback
With my crippled legs
And then it starts to rain
Showing me it's all fake

Raindrops wash down the facade
Hills are painted
Birdies are robotic
Roses are made of clay

Excitement that I feel
Excitement that I feel
Return them to the shelf
Cause now I understand

Heroes cannot be real
Heroes cannot be real
I wasn't who I am
I don't know who I am