I'm in pain
every single move, scratches my flesh
every little sound, echoes in my brain
and each palpitation seems a punch in my chest.
Every time I breath, my lungs burn into flames
but even if all try to crush me
I will keep stand, until the end comes again...
But maybe, the end is already here and I don't notice...
because the pain always remember us
that once upon a time when everything
was better than fine.
