I guess i’ve spent all my life inspiring, admiring Silently wishing i’d wake up and suddenly i would be, finally Someone who isn’t the monster i am Someone who doesn’t pretend Someone who’s finally worthy of The ones who i dare to befriend I can write stories, and i can sing odes I can draw portraits and cosplay alone Dying the colour of my emerald skin Knowing i’m playing a game i won’t win Please call for me Calliope Please wake me up when i go. I know that soon i’ll be challenged inevitably, regretably I will be dead, it’s certain that no one can bring me back, that’s a fact Although if i give out my name Throw out the rules and try I know things won’t be the same Buut this way i’d still be alive I can write stories, and i can sing odes I can draw portraits and cosplay alone Dying the colour of my emerald skin Knowing i’m playing a game i won’t win Please call for me Calliope Please wake me up when i go. Rogue of void, please hold onto my lifeline I have space, but my brother has time