They don't understand me.
I love it cos' I'm a full of mystery.
But what is this kind of feeling?
Hoping someone could know my misery

No one can name me.
I am nothing so that's a glee.
Though my heart's whispering "where's my dream?"
People began to realize I have eyes dares not to gleam.

You see, this is me.
To be extraordinary is my magical harmony of plea.
Breathing in silence means I'm free.
I'm happy cos' I'm living in extravagance of anonymity.