"I'm not going anywhere."

From sixty to forty
But still the shorty
An untamed animal amongst the herd
But simply, just wanna be heard

Questioning every decision that has been made
Hanging by a thread at the tip of this blade
With no shell, a homeless crustacean
Left behind with no consolation

I figured it out already.
In the future I shall see
What will be and what is going to be
When I was stated C
Instead of the usual B

There was no end to the strife
When she's a quitter in love,
While I'm a quitter in life
At least when we're both comitting,
She's still alive.

For all the undead and the living
The biggest irony, though
With a little taste of despair

The last thing she said before leaving;
"I'm not going anywhere."