生日快乐~ - I can't tell you what it really is. I can only tell you what it feels like. And right now it's a steel knife in my windpipe. I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight. As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight. High off the love, drunk from my hate, It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate.