Chasing Cars We'll do it all Everything On our own We don't need Anything Or anyone If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? I don't quite know How to say How I feel Those three words Are said too much They're not enough If I lay here If I just

"No! NO! Let me go!" an overwelming smell of man perfume is comming into your nose. A wave of sickness is coming up, the sour taste of vomit is already entering your mouth, when someone is putting something into it your throat is getting sore. Slowly is it getting harder to breath and after a few minutes you start to become dizzy. "Yes." a low male voice is the last thing you hear before your head turns into total darkness.