I will not die without fighting for a life I am not yet done living.

And no matter what I did, I couldn't save you. And I Couldn't bring myself to kill you.They..."He takes a deep breath and pull me against him."You might as well have eaten my heart straight from my living body.I would rather die a thousand times at your hands than see you captured.Even if you eat my heart. Because you already own it.

Dan and I were fighting for our lives. I focused on living and not getting killed.

You know I hate fighting. If I knew how to make a living some other way, I would.

It was just everyday living. With me, it was fighting, more fighting, and more fighting. Life then was simply the way it was: ordinary, not bad, not good, just regular. No stress, no strain. Of course, no one had much of anything, but we didn't know that we were poor.

Why am I fighting to live, if I'm just living to fight
Why am I trying to see, when there aint nothing in sight
Why am I trying to give, when no one gives me a try
Why am I dying to live, if I'm just living to die?
someone tell me y