Somewhere, somehow... I don't want to feel my guts, you gave them back to me and you should kill them right now !! I feel restless, I prefer to be damn sure of my death, that to live feeling myself incomplete. I choose the sure thing. And the end it is. I want another end, I don't want to feel insecure. So, please... Kill my pain, cut my vains, bleed my skin, burn my useless wings...
"... Nobody made you do it
No one put words in your mouth
Nobody here taking orders
When love took a train heading south ..."