Stand sure

Fuck the niceties, pleasantries an banter...from this point on its harsh tones and eyes thrown no man wants to encounter. In too deep, depth of thought. My body wants sleep, my mind...oh more. All for one and one for all, a past time if anything, so fuck yourself, i'll stand sure stand tall. I'll be soft again tomorrow i guess, all your worries will once again become my stress. Just an outlet without having to cry, get angry instead no need to say why. An over ones shoulder one leaves an eye, to remember this view till the day that i die.