Suicide.

We can't escape. We are blind. And if we don't have no one to hold us back, nothing can stop us.

Even if we don't, even if we find someone to help us and make us laugh, our mind will find a way to run away and to get there, to torment us with all the sadness that we want to hide.

This will become a cicle. We don't commit suicide, but we don't live as we should.

And it will go on over and over again; till we get old and lost in our memories; few ones.

But what for?

We don't die, but we don't live.

'Time' I'll beg, 'Stop, please. Take me back to the start'

To late for apologizes.

We wont need to kill our selves because life will do it for us.