Sometimes, when I'm alone...really alone...I see things, daemons, I see the pain grabbing me by my neck, playing with my body, tearing me apart...sending me to the floor .. . Sometimes, when I'm alone... I feel the lack of air, fight the convulsions, hold on to anything, but the missing is more powerful, and I cry...I cry and I scream..I cry and I scream, I cry and I scream, I try... I call for you crying...I miss you... I need YOU... My eyes can't seem to stay open as tears run down on my face, and all I can fell is the cold floor...I stay down..lay down for a while...for the time to convince me that there is a reason...there is a memory, there is an honor to hold...
So I get up..and walk, smile and talk...just until...again there is no one...again I'm alone... again I see things...
I will never quit... for you, for them... for us...
