I promise I promise, this is the end. I repeat myself , till my stomach feels quisy... it's dark in the tunnel, where is a friend to tell me no one said this is gonna be easy? Inspirations just a dreamer, in a cloud that covers my face... what if we could all rewind, press pause, reset, take a rocket ship in to outta space? Into a galaxy so dark, where the light is dead, but travels so far, a visual echo of a dead star whose memory won't erase. Away, away , so far away, help me get away from myself... a  promise to me to promise myself means nothing like an empty novel purposely forgotten and left on a shelf. Again and again, the same routine, is it better to be clean from being serene?  All I know is I aways promise the same, day after day , I pretend I belive there's an end to this game.