Disclaimers:

"The Pretender" and its characters do not belong to me they belong to TNT and NBC and are being used without permission. Please don't sue because I have no money.

"Superman" song and lyrics do not belong to me they belong to Five For Fighting and their creators and are being used without permission. Please don't sue because I have no money.

Author's Note: This is not my first song fic, but it is my first where I wasn't sure if I did it right. When I first heard this song I though this was a great Jarod song because it's almost about him. He's a hero, all around good guy and doesn't have a home. A home that he'll never see because of the Centre chasing him. Please review this fic and see if I did this right, or not.

Superman

By: 24

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

I'm just out to find the better part of me.

I'm more than a bird…. more than a plane

I'm more than a pretty face besides a train.

And its not easy being me.

It's not easy being me when you don't even know who you are. I can be a lawyer, a scientist, a teacher, a firefighter, a judge, a doctor and it goes on and on. I can be anyone I want to be, but I don't know who I am. They trained me well. They being the people in the Centre. They trained me when I was very young. Honing my skills as a pretender to make them money. They stripped my identity from me. They wouldn't even let me see my reflection until I begged them to do so. I didn't know what I looked like until that time. I was busy being other people from pictures, or video. It was them who I was forced to look like and act like.

I wish that I could cry

Fall upon my knees

Find a way to lie

About a home I'll never see

It may sound absurd…but don't be naïve

Even heroes have the right to bleed

I may be disturbed…but won't you concede

Even heroes have the right to dream

It's not easy to be me

I wish that I could find my home. A home that I would be safe and protected in. They took that from me. They took my home, my security away from me and they took my parents away from me. They took any chance of letting me know my parents and my siblings. Every time someone asks me about my family I wish I could tell them the truth, but I have to lie to them and tell them that I was separated from them. I dream every night and day that I will find my mom, dad, sister and clone and we would have a normal life. As normal as we can have. We would finally be a family. The family that was torn apart.

Up, up and away…away from me

It's all right…you can sleep sound tonight

I'm not crazy…or anything…

I can't stand to fly

I'm not that naive

Men weren't meant to ride

With clouds between their knees

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

It's not easy to be me.

Yes, you can rest easy tonight because I am out there getting the bad guys. The bad guys that prey on the weak, abused and innocent victims. I will make them pay for what they do to these people. I try to make up for all the things that I did inside the Centre. Even if I didn't know what my Sims were being used for. Sometimes I wonder if there is something good inside of me. I killed people with the work that I did. Do I deserve to be happy? As you can see it's not easy to be myself if you are a pretender because you spend so much time being other people and plus I don't know who I am. One day I am going to have my dream. The dream that the Centre is no longer in our lives and I can live with my family. That isn't an impossible dream is it?

The End