Super-heróis (part. Pedro Alvez)

A lot of messages telling me to move on
But some days I just don’t feel like getting out of bed
I can’t even explain it, only those who feel it understand
I’d rather avoid this talk so they don’t think it’s drama
But I’m fighting a battle against my own mind
Why the hell does this depression always win?
I’ve always been too weird
Man, I never fit in with the rest
And I’ve always been mistreated, it’s just too weird
Why are the answers we hear always so the same?
You’re too ugly, you’re too dumb, you’re too weak
You’re too much of a slut, you’re too black, you’re too poor
And what else?
And here we go again, every time this happens
Inside it feels like I die a little
Every tear from this cry
Tastes like a plea for help

And when my sadness and I
Are alone
Only she can hear me cry
Because in real life
There are no superheroes, superheroes
There are no superheroes, superheroes
There are no superheroes, superheroes

I’ve lost count
Of how many times I had to suffer in silence
And I learned the hard way that swallowing your feelings
Will eat you up inside and leave a bitter taste
No one knows you up close and the fucked-up part of living right
Is that there are people who will always try to make you feel wrong
And with every joke and little tease
Every nickname and wisecrack
We’re creating these traumatized villains
Like gravity: Bringing them down
And how many lost souls will have taken their own lives
When we realize this hate should’ve ended long ago?

And when my sadness and I
Are alone
Only she can hear me cry
Because in real life
There are no superheroes, superheroes
There are no superheroes, superheroes
There are no superheroes, superheroes

It takes time to understand
That there are superheroes
And we are them
Us!
And even if I don’t want to live anymore
I’ll keep going anyway
Because I’m going to win
This battle against myself
And if only we understand how much it hurts
Only we can be

Superheroes, superheroes
Superheroes, superheroes
Superheroes, superheroes