I laid down in pretend sleep just to watch her silhouette tell me stories

 I felt frustrated to be gracious but I'm too tough to whisper

 On this day, my blue sun has kissed my yellow moon and I'm down in the mouth 

I am the weakest myth alive, I've absolutely nothing to fight for 

My life isn't mine to live anymore so I become unoriginal 

Open your portal, let me connect, only the right current I promise 

All of these, that small voice in my heart, something else becomes my mind 

Stay away!! all I have is an anthology to offer