Maybe I don't like to stand still because the moment your world stops spinning is the moment it becomes real I tend to deviate from the pain I make a right and a left but never do I attempt to confront the rain Maybe I don't like what I know can't seem to swallow the knowledge that I'm still alone I look in the mirror to see what is wrong the girl looking back is hurting because of this on going storm They tell me I'm a diamond But I only feel so transparent I can make them all stop and look but they don't want to seal the package or pay for the handling maybe I don't like to stand still because when I do I realize I'm a mess I don't want to face the fact that I might not like myself very much