Un-aimed pride of the faceless masses
Desperate hope fixed on the random ones
Apathetically forgetting their own chances of winning
While their self-made numbness
Only increases their loss

Inconspicuous strength of the so-called weak ones
Brave acts of surviving no one seems to see
Acquiescently erasing the needs of their own nature
While their unnoticed efforts
Only awaken the questions

What kind of hero will I be?
Will I ever get the chance to see
Appreciation that I need to carry on
Will I find the possibility
To show them I’m the one who’s won

Incapable efforts of the one-time heroes
Futile acts of trying to keep up the fame
Convulsively hiding their own feelings of inferiority
While their unwanted status
Only makes them wish for the facelessness

What kind of hero will I be?
Will I ever get the chance to see
The unconditional love that I need to feel confident
Will I find the possibility
To show there’s a limit to how far I can bend