ghost like sidekick

Followin the shadows lead i chase the disfigured shapes.
Watchin em disappear in the drizzle of pourin rain.
As silhouettes beneath the feet run from the sun.
Away to the other side like, what the fuck?
N the nights claim the facts that will forever remain.
Into the dark i go layin with the acquired pain.
They all appear to resemble the unconditional need of luv.
N there's only been one that reached for the texture of touch.
Oh that shady figure tryin to keep up has me wonderin lost.
I'm a goner seekin the feel put on a muted pause.
Halted by the storms dribble hidin the truth.
Descendin with the pieces of the moisturized clues.
Invisible to the clouds hoverin up n under the fire.
The resemblance fades with the echoes of liars.
Unable to step in time on their own follower clingin to their soles.
Walkin on my memory of what i thought was truly untold.
Shift changers that could never be the comfort of the pass.
No matter what visual similarities connect the now to the past.
Their ghost like sidekick doesn't feel quite the same.
Unable to go with the hand that lands on my face.
The dance at the toe tips moves somewhat differently.
As the music hasn't the relevant meanin on the emotional indents intent to lean.
Escapin the surface of the feet lays the prisoner I've retrieved.
Cuz it reminds me of what i havta replace as the one thing i did believe.
An image without a face to lie of a luv I'll never receive toeing the line.
Blackened by the shade unable to feel the warmth of light.
Somehow attached as if a second way of comin will ever do.
To attempt my fall n merge unrecognizable to the blues.
I can't pretend to be amused by the abuse of a friend that's not mine.
The display is only a tease circlin the body as it sometimes hides.