Acoustic singer~songwriter style ballad with a hint of self~asessment!

you've got both feet on the ground, but your head is in the clouds
and you're flying like a wounded bird
you had the world at your feet, now you kick stones in the street
and you're crying, it's all so absurd
why do you play rhe hero? A superman in your childhood mind,
Like in the games we played?
why can't you just ber me and I'll just be me and we casn see what we find,
behind the masquerade?
you've become your very own very hero, in love with your own ego
but it's dying, you don't believe a word
you had the world at your feet but don't admit defeat
go flying like a flying bird