And there's no room in this hell

   I swore to myself I could take it, you know? I never actually thougt I'd be through this. I won't get what I need, neither will you, I mean, why would you need all of this? I mean, why would anyone need anything from me? I'm moving forward really fast and I'm trying to take the right path, just like a game I've never played before, but it gets tough. Every time it feels like I get out of the road and need to restart. That's how it's always been. You've always been a waste, but you've been songs, you've been tears, you've been writing, you've been strenght, you've been black, white, blue, red, pink, yellow. You've been yourself so hard it scares me.