It's a silent murder; it's a grave that sings your song…

They said I'd never win, that I'd die in the fight with Michael…but here I am, still standing, stronger, and braver than ever.

It's a quiet failure; it's the one that make you strong…

The world is in shambles thanks to me, it will never return to the way it was before because I will not allow it…come to think of it…I think it's more peaceful this way.

Watch the fire burn out, watch the curtains slowly close.

They can just to pry it form my cold dead hands.