The Hero

Duration

4:49

Genres

Singer/Songwriter (Male)

Lyrics

It's hard to remember a world without being unsure But what could've happened to the hero I once was before? He grew up and realized that everything was on the line On the line Now I drink my last bottle of wine Reconcile myself with that old friend of mine Take a walk up the street to that old place where once I would go The place where I left them and never told why--now they know Would they still blame me for finally drawing a line? Could they still blame me for leading them to their decline? Now I sit with my bottle of wine Piece together the face of that old frined of mine Now here I sit Before my mirror A torn up old portrait Of some Lord Byron's hero Is this me?