It always damned me what I chosse and left to... be. And I wish I could only losse it, when I chosse it. But I’m not free... I’m not free. Caught beetwen in where I left to die. Caught behind in where I left to die. Caught behind in where I wish to die with you. Out my throat we can drawn in blood. THE MEMORY AND I STILL SUFFER IN LOVE. From wich I gate to you. Suffer... I’ll Sufferin, and I’ll suffering... Alive for your memory, but I will never go back to save you. I’ll only, I’ll only... suffering.