Grief..

That night was full of senses, tricking me away..

The so-called surprise came, as usual, out of nowhere..

Two pieces of a class or two pieces of a glass?

So many similarities.. both of them broken
Memories of them two have already rotten
Both of them knew that i was the center of my heart
that it's all about me and then alone I sat
cause everything worthing my glance stays right at first
over my head, top of the list, a personal test
and then boom.. just rocking the world
So many talks over talks but nothing stays in bold
the so-called beauty of pride my major target
I had it all but lost 'em? I deny it
I had to fight right back, so as to get it all back
all over from the start, to the very last crack
selfishness was the way to avoid the pain
my ego's just too tough to gain..