I don't know if it's you, but i can feel it, a still small voice, beating in my chest, passing by my rested muscles inside these hard calcium cage. These beat keeps on beating until I stop and stare blankly at the skies and think of the possibilities and the opportunities...
Don't know why, don't know how it all came to this.. Wish I was out, on this Earth, and live free...
Thy will be done unto this life that you've let me borrowed.
"I just can’t look, It’s killing me and it’s taking control"
- The Killers
