I can't tell you what it really is I can only tell you what it feels like And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight (feels like Eminem ,uh His bars still echoing in my skull, no cap)
hn ye masooom..yhi yhi ,bandar numa insan
