I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
I'm just out to find
The better part of me
Well, yes, he was famous Harry Potter, he was The Boy Who Lived, the
one who defeated Great and Scary Lord Voldemort, the one everyone admired,
the one everyone took as example. The one with no feelings...
I'm more than a bird, I'm more than a plane
I'm more than some pretty face beside a train
And it's not easy to be me
But he had feelings. And that was what people sometimes didn't understand.
People thought that because of he being the Great Harry Potter, he had
a perfect life. But he hadn't the perfect life. He didn't have a normal
life, but he tried to do it as normal as he could. But it wasn't a simple
job when people is always watching what you're doing, how you're feeling,
who you are with, and when people know every single detail of your life.
I wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
'Bout a home I'll never see
But hey, he was a human being as well, and, even if people didn't notice,
he had feelings. He should have the right of yelling when he felt like
yelling, laughing when he felt like laughing, sing when he felt like singing,
hug his friends when he felt like hugging them, and cry when he felt like
crying.
It may sound absurd,
but don't be naive
Even heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed, but won't you concede
Even heroes have the right to dream
And it's not easy to be me
And that was how he felt right now. He felt like crying. But how could
he cry? He was Harry Potter. Even if he had a broken heart, pain all over
him, even if he felt all weak and with no energy. Even if tears filled
his eyes, he could not cry. No, not him. Not Harry Potter. Maybe his friends
understood him sometimes, but anyway, he still was Famous Harry Potter.
It was him, not his friends that people had their eyes on. They
could live a normal life, and he envied that so much.
Up, up and away, away from me
Well it's alright
You can all sleep sound tonight
I'm not crazy... or anything
He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to yell, but he should
not. He should remain calm, stay still, as if everything was all right.
Even if it wasn't. He should smile. And laugh. Even if his friends knew
something was wrong, he should not speak about it. Absurd, yes. But true.
I can't stand to fly
I'm not that naive
Men weren't meant to ride
With clouds between their knees
It was absurd he couldn't say what he wanted. Just because of his name.
It was fate. He couldn't kill him once, and his fate was written. Everyone
would speak about him, even if he didn't know anything about his past.
And now, he knew, he was another student, another sixteen year old boy,
but his destiny was written.
I'm only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me
Inside of me...
But if people would look inside him, if people would know him, they would
see a boy like any other, with feelings, fears, love...
And he had the right to cry if his heart was broken.
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
I'm only a man looking for a dream
I'm only a man in a funny red sheet
And it's not easy...
Cry over a girl... a girl that had left him. But he should not. Not him.
It's not easy to be me...
*The girl is no one in particular, just a girl that broke his heart.
I thought about putting a name, like Ginny, but it just wouldn't fit the
way I wanted, so I left it like that. People will be able to imagine whoever
they want, this way.
Song: Five For Fighting by Superman
