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.
Let's forget about this and focus on tomorrow 'cause it's the differences that makes this so special.
The fire makes the grass burn so desperately, the ice so fragile it'll break the surface.
I cannot breathe in this.
In this fucking environment.
Suffocation.
I guess we're happy to be alive, perfection is for losers and I hope that we'll be winners again.
The fight is going on and I make it up to you but still it's for tomorrow to tell if I'm standing on our last.
If I'm standing on our last good bye's.
The fight is going on.
Dead ends.
It's hard for you to believe, that I'm standing on our last.
That I'm 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.
I've admitted my weak's and now it's your turn.
This wasn't perfect, not perfect at all but all of a sudden it changed and it felt like winter all over again.