A voice becomes louder when it is silenced. I remember someone telling me that a person committing suicide is a coward and selfish. It’s not that I’m promoting it, but sometimes the reason why they had to cut their lives short is because no one can hear them and the troubles they have and that no one is trying to help them. Let’s not let someone lose a life because of troubles, a voice should always be heard.
She’s waiting for Superman who will never come
She’s only 16 years young living with a broken heart
Her walls are painted a scarlet red
Writing letters that he never read
If things still stayed the same
The sun might never shine
The rain might never stop
And she’s still crying over him
She’s waiting for Superman
everyone knows he’ll never come
Waiting for him to fly across the sky
Take her to the stars
Wipe away the tears she cries
She’s only 16 years young living with a broken heart
She spends her days in her own head
Drawing pictures and pictures on her bed
Walls filled with posters and dreams
Words scribbled in red ink
She’s only 16 years young and naïve
She’s living in her fantasies
Waiting for a hero to save her dreams
Take away the pain he gave
She’s been waiting and waiting
And the it’s been raining and shining
She tears off the posters off her walls
Taint them with the color red
And now she’s lying across her bed
Her walls are now painted red
She’s been waiting for Superman
And he never came
He never flew across the sky
He’ll never take her to the stars
She’s still crying and no one is saving her
She’s only 16 years young
Her innocence has been tainted
And her walls have been painted
Waiting for Superman
