i looked at my life from here to the first cry,
from the standstill to my last breath.
i decided to write the picture's end,
now tht the ink paper and vision lay on my tips.

i rose high but was pulled down by him,
with my heart locked down it was easy for it.
no tears, no memories, no sadness no sorrows.
how much more could you kill something dead.

but iv freed it... and now the unbearable pain rules.
my faith will get me thru the neoplasmic thorns.
my dreams will color my ambitions.
i start tonyt. i will win.