I have to say what I want to say.

While waiting at the bus stop on the way home,

the sun sets taking my burdens with it.

Show me your fighting pose, come on.

I saw a new world in my waking dreams,

where peace and quiet are the way of life.

But back in reality, the world is cold and harsh.

I sin and regret it each and every day.

That's how days pass by.

I fall over and over, but it doesn't faze me.

Though it hurts me.

I laugh at myself for being stupid.

Then, get back up.

As I board the bus that'll take me home.

I gaze out the window and crack a false smile.

I'm putting all my trust in you.

My dream world is my little secret hideout,

I lock myself inside, where no one can pull me out.

Reality can't be what I want it to be.

But I'll keep believing, though the days are lonely.

I stumble, but pick myself up.

The stardusts that comes from the sky.

I want to live with a smile on my face,

but I'll have to give that up if I really want to protect you.

Everything feels like a lie,

not a drop of meaning in it all.

That's all I've got in this life.

I keep getting closer to this decade's last day,

the things left undone will probably still fade.

I look at the memories of those distant days.

I always try to hide my fears in my dreams,

when I get afraid, I can't seem to do anything.

Those grey buildings blocked the glow of the crying sun,

even if I endure these tears today,

won't tomorrow's cold morning hold more doubt?