Sing it to me

I found your song,
The one I sang,
The one that shows me you,
Who you really are.
I found it, sitting in my head.
Waiting to be unleashed,
Set free from the cage,
The lock and Key
I'd set it under.
Because I fled
I strayed and walked,
The straight and narrow
Died in peace,
Brought back in pain.
I found the song,
I one I need.
The one that is greater than any heroine,
Any thoughts to lowly for you to say
I found the one that shows me who you truly are.
What we are, here and now, and always
Frozen in an hour glass,
With cracked glass,
Where I slip out, and lock you away.
Becaause I know now.
I need that boy,
Like a bowling ball,
Dropped on my head,
Which is to say,
Not at all.
I need him not at all,
I need no needle in my skin,
No injection of him.
No Heroine, because the heroine has fallen.
Risen from the ground,
Where I stand now.
Not to be knocked around.
I need you no longer,
I am set free.

His song, was My Heroine, by Silverstein.
He played it everyday, he was with me.
It was my song, from him. A gift in sorts to me, I never understood.
But I don't have to...
Because I need him, like a Bowling Ball, by Superchick.