Plastic Heroes by Tory Cottingham
See them coming, 1-2-3-4; Brace yourself as they break down the door.
A little light shines like a living proof, that we were never meant to be heard of.
White walls, glowing in the moonlight. Cease, hollow lies and truths.
We were never meant to be heard of. We were never left in the shadows.
Let me know; I see you, alone... tonight.
Let me go; I feel you, like the strings on a puppet.
Like plastic heroes, you march along. Sit tight and I'll play a song.
But if I ever, ever think to stay, you know I'll only leave again someday.
I was never too good, never too bad. I never spoke out, but I was so mad.
But now I see, now I cry. You were never the ones who were cheering me.