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
