Pause, Selah, however you want to say it, the lamb was slain for the profane, sin was my bane, breaking my back and making me collapse, with no chance of recovery, till grace lead me to the discovery that the God of the universe actually loved me.

If you're forward thinking, why is your life stuck in reverse?

Surrounded by people yet alone
people try to talk to me I look at my phone

Does it really matter how many people like my status on Facebook? Why do I delete posts that don't get any likes, as if what I said had to get peer approval to be real? I don't pose for the camera on Instagram to make a fan to get a heart, which I feel has turned to stone like I locked eyes with a gorgon, That heart is as fake as the comparison to the actual *****. It's okay if she's break my heart, I can afford to loan her, I'm an ***** donor.