Budbäraren kommer med budord I made it through the mist and I made? it through the strife/I always dodge death, but still not aiming for life/I dont care bout' anything but have an effort to try/so many times I could've died but its like god dont want me to die/I try find my broken heart so then I could cry/and let go memories cuz now there back into my eyes/this is sad, but now im past living in the past/the way I act aint me, its like my idenity's in a mask/