I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe. I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight. As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. I am a broken man now. So cold and bleeding now. Pray that ash turn the worry soon. Let us see where things go. I just want to say Don't let you be son of bitch. I am waiting you to answer. |