Sliding through the floor, they bring me to the top. Well, certainly not the top I always wished for, but that is not important to them. Sliding, through the floor they brought me, and sliding because I refused to come, but I'm not strong enough to struggle against them. Sliding, they bring me to the top, almost as if I had to. What if I don't want to go? That doesn't matter... Want it or not, I have to go. Tired but not dead, after a 18 years old fight, I want to ask at least one thing: Was it worh it? Tell me, was it really worth it? Probably that doesn't matter, just my opinion didn't matter either. Well, since I'm condemned to the top, ev