At this point, I'm not even swimming anymore, i'm not even close to "flying"
I'm crawling through life... Crawling..
But hey, at least I'm still moving!
Even if I am moving at a slow, very painful pace, I'm going forward and that's all that matters
But the truth is..
Who knows what horrors await for me down the dark path i'm going down at the moment.. That's what I don't like..
Maybe it gets worse, maybe it gets better, that is why I'm feeling so bitter
Maybe I'll find my place, maybe I'll destroy myself.. I don't know
I don't know why I'm still going, because I am tired but at least I'm going.. Somewhere
I don't know