I have really tried my best this time. I've brought it back to life. Just to make you proud I brought it back from death but you can't understand a word. Believe in me, I'm trying to express myself and nothing else. A small step for me, an escapade for us. Escapade for us. The fight is going on. Dead ends. And your lives, it feels like I'm not involved because you've realized our differences and that I'm doing this alone. It's not a matter of life & death; it's just you & me against ourselves. Letâs forget about this and focus on tomorrow âcause itâs the differences that makes this so special. The fire makes the grass burn so desperately, the ice so fragile itâll break the surface. I cannot breathe in this. In this fucking environment. Suffocation. I guess weâre happy to be alive, perfection is for losers and I hope that weâll be winners again. The fight is going on and I make it up to you but still itâs for tomorrow to tell if Iâm standing on our last. If Iâm standing on our last good byeâs. The fight is going on. Dead ends. Itâs hard for you to believe, that Iâm standing on our last. That Iâm standing on our last good byes. All of a sudden it changed and it felt like winter all over again. You say that nothing matters, that I meant nothing to you. The fight goes on and on and on. Iâve admitted my weakâs and now itâs your turn. This wasnât perfect, not perfect at all but all of a sudden it changed and it felt like winter all over again.