Screaming, inside out, screaming...
Finally, I'm angry for all the things we didnt say and did.
There's no way back, I've reaching the end of the road so, what could I do,
start swinming instead of walking?
Drawning instead of living?
I'm just surviving... I'm just surviving.
There's no chance or choice. I'm dying as you are... But still... I fell alive, painfuly alive.