A huge stone ties my feet. Still I float and smile. But how far can I go? Bullet in my head makes me insane. Repeated sedation makes me sick. I want to find the problem but I moved slow. Vivacity is fading. I'm losing myself. You won't mourn a day.
I stop fighting and I started to like it. And they're just like a raging bull. Behind the capiz shell window, I am standing, wearing my glorious scars. I go dark and I don't care what was left behind. A stigma that no longer scares me.
It's almost over. And I just said to myself, "I think that God has a big plan for me, just not in this life."