back back back to the disaster

its that strange familiar feeling rushing over me.
a little bit of nostalgia, a slight tinge of fear.
even when i close my eyes i still can see,
the envy, the lies, everything's so clear.
wondering if all these is meant to be,
god's little way of toying with my heart.
break it up, put it back, let it be,
its all just a joke played in the dark.

u see. i cant rhyme -.-

i'm scared which becomes more of me. is this but an act? is who i can be anything like who i am? i'm not sure which is better. to stay in my comfortable suit, or to go out and buy some new clothes. i guess in a way i'm afraid of change. i'm afraid of letting go, after i've grown so comfortable wearing these clothes, fond of them even. and if and when these clothes are snatched away from me, i've got 2 choices. get new clothes, or go naked. i'm gettin new clothes.

i hope they're nice