I wasn't born for this, but I know have to stand like I was 2 days ago, oh my god. It's hard, because I'm going nowhere, and I'm getting lost, more and more each day, and this is painful and at the time beautiful.

I'm forgiving, that's not okay. I have to put my sense clear. And even though I think sometimes it's too late to let myself, I've to do my last try, the last chance, because sometimes I guess it's enough late to regret about it, because all the plastic, It's all fantastic, but I can't take this anymore, no.