Again i write, thinking all is fine, thinking all is good, the void inside once again acting up, making more then one move, as a chess game playing, blocked from both sides.

One is to jump and one is to stay, death by choice, alive by luck,
which is the one you take, all left alone by fate, cause we both know its all an end, so again i write saying "Keep it up",
The end is only inside....

Again i write.....