I Am Doing Ok

thirty-three years, on my way back from hell, but what matters most- is that i was so close from being free from sin, can't sleep without keeping my eyes open. looking up into the night sky i ask: "what is love?" the clock keeps ticking the time away, keeping me right here waiting, still keeping it all inside- trying to hold on; throwing all the rest away. with all the mistakes, in the past, that i have made... more then one life can take- i think that i am doing o.k..