I fucked myself, dragged my own way to here now, it’s no way to go home. Drinks in my hands, lots of shoots to take and there goes the way I keep the faith, waiting everyone to testified that I’m turning into this very mess and some way I always make the sun goes down but in the end I always will be behind this locked door that makes me apart from love and drives me insane. Insanity makes me ok, after all, like Amy Winehouse said in her song: My tears dry on their own. I’ve been around lost in the world without love for many years by now and I don’t understand what’s make a brave man so lovely when I’ve been lonely for way to long to understand how coward I was and I just know that in the world have another guys and me, I don’t…