Where I am going, you won't be there in the end.

It's not where you go or how you go or when you go or why you go. In the end, we're our own saviours, our own guides, our own lovers. No one's coming with you; we make our own way.

While you're drowning in life, it's not about who's beside you to save you; it's about how desperately you want to come up to the surface, to breath the air.

No one's coming with you everywhere; we make our own way.