it doesn't count

when the world turns against you. what the most thing you can do? none.
sit back and play the same stupid song that makes you feels better.
the tiring moment of hating and alienating, or being alienated, not over as it's like one night stand.
it keeps appearing and haunted the soul of anger. questioning what the best to do instead of quiet.
play the stupid old song.
the lamest song to hear on the good day, but the best at the worst. none.
the couch feels so painful and television remain silence of its crowd. solemn and say outloud, "what the hell!... hate, what the hell!"
but the body is unnotified. it keeps dancing! hit the road go ahead and don't look back, but brain isn't.
none.
let the "good" flows to the cloud while sanity is no longer word.