I fight the fight that has to be fought.

I do it by myself.
I don't need your help.

I don't want your audience.
I don't need your approval.

Not open to volunteers.

I don't remember when it started.
No end in sight.

I control the speed. I control the direction.

War of one soldier.

Selfish way to fight, selfish way to live, selfish way to be.

In the end, I am the only winner.

Road of rage.
Blocked by anger.
Parallel to unfairness.
Two blocks away from dissatisfaction.
You stop at the red light of guilt, and make the first right onto "One Hour Ago Place".

O cabelo esta perfeito.
A melhor musica tocando no radio.
Sol gostoso sem ser quente.
So o som da musica eh presente.

E eh ai que a porta abre.
Caixa de fotos cai no chao.
Lembrancas espalhadas.
Tudo em vao.

..................

Ele entra pelo quarto.
Ela tocando violao.
Eu nao olho, nao me importo.
Assim que a porta bate...
...mais fotos pelo chao.

......................

Dia calmo e sereno.
Sol gostoso sem ser quente.
Fotos espalhadas pelo chao.

We might be the last ones standing.

We were never told to leave.

And now we stand alone.

We were here for a reason.

And we became I.

And I don't mind being alone.

I stand here by myself.

Lonely. Happy. Proud. Alive. Me.