kitab

Can't denial

Just like a wine

Kept for unknown

a good line gone, you thought you'd remember it

I analyze it, so now I understand it

I have a solution for it

But I do nothing

So now I have another problem, a bigger problem

I admit it

actually It would be more like this:

you enter the exit door into a series loop of Deja vu, a repeated cycle of painful memories, making you go nuts and leading you to question the reality of your own life, (it turns out you've forgotten about your death) but when you finally realize you been going on and on forever for nothing, but suffering, you decide to be bold and put an end for it, by a shot in your head..