Keep breathing in and out, I tell myself. Inside of me those things I can't quite figure... Keep smiling, keep hanging on. Someday you might find this is all pathetic, just a process. Just a healing process. Navegating in a submarine, I don't know where I am in this sea, see? Am I ahead or in between? Stuck with all this questions and possibilities... Trying to explore all the damage, trying to be the best I can be for you and me. I'm a little fish in a big ocean. So lost in the middle of nowhere. So lost. So I lost, this haven't changed for a while. It's a conclusion of every try. But this is not a cicle, I'm pretty sure. And yes, sometimes I count on luck, I'm so irresponsible, laughing about it.
I can't stop thinking that I could have made things a little bit different, but I wouldn't change a thing.
I am who I am.
Crazy or fantastic, completely sane or lunatic.
What matters, beyond the fact that I know exactly who I am?
The destiny it's what I make, every single day...
And I know I will achieve the top.