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Stand Still
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July 2012 I fear that presently nothing feels the same,
about to go through pain yet again,
again i try to wonder if she's truly a gain,
or just a fake that'll end me in pain,
i can't shake this feeling of deserving lonely,
20 years later will it be me only?
or would i move in with a close homey
just to keep myself from every bony,
blue eyed or green, brown or another,
stayed with a girl who was almost with my brother,
refuse to believe we all end up with our mother,
cause she isn't here, much like every other,
the point to life is sharp, a love pencil,
so become like every guy, asshole stencil,
trace my new outline, then again fill,
my new heart with hate, stand still.
