Rany, chyba nie daję rady

When your head turns into a boxing ring and your thoughts become opponents, there's nothing left to do but get back up and hit the same wall again. Maybe to make sure: the pain is familiar, so he's alive. Fatigue tightens your throat, mistakes become teachers, but the student is still the same, with the foolish belief that this time it will be different. In every chord, you hear not defeat, but persistence: from those who don't know how to quit. Let the world collapse from above, let the past cling to your heels, the step forward is still taken. Even if the same dead end is ahead again, where you hit your head, dust yourself off... and try again.