No, He is waiting
shut up is what all i say
to your eyes that enter in
even before i know
hmm, its wrong but..
its something that I..
He is waiting i said..
Yea, He is..
I conceal my word
at your care in cover
the knot to this bird
of nature that we alter
I stay silent and I talk
it just be the way it is
not breathing the mock
but a stifle at ease
he needs me I believe
I wanna stay and I leave
like the way I hate what i think
to be a piece for your ink
I smile and I cried
it will not move and it may
like a parking ride
This is wrong, i again say
She is waiting
don't reply the way you don't
the ring that is in,
of her, it shines and it Cut
at you-the outsider within
Yea I am.. But..
can I be true to myself or..
continue to mock to meet the society on what it bothers
I can't ! but what for?
you? me? or others?
Breathing for the life of them
the water is mine, not the tree
and kill what I am
is this what I need from me..
The more she adds the more I lack
with an honest effort to somehow like, I tell
The more I try the more I move back
I don't like her, I Yell
can I be able to tolerate it
Yea.. You will I think
with a frank hope of you should not
The possessiveness of being honest
is what makes me... forget it
No Others, I ought
receivers of an unknown sperm of thought
A crop in this weed
is what all I need
to their 'base' of think, I germ
a futile another eject of sperm
