I survive...
No matter what happens, no matter how badly I'm hurt, I survive. Even when I'm destroyed, I get drunk, sober up, think about new goals and aspirations, and keep on living my ultimately s**t life, going towards an unknown goal somewhere far in the fog. I've thought about giving up, but as long as I have my family's love and support, I won't. I keep on marching towards the grave, like a good soldier. My commander is called Life. I respect him, but I don't like him. He doesn't like me either, so it's only fair. I'm "dead to the world, alive for the journey". That's who I am.