There ain't that much to feel when one doesn't feel like self... Jus wanting to live a lil bit n somehow be felt... Yet the wall constructed has been reinforced with an alert system around the heart... Sitting alone with the whole deck n not handing out a single fuckin card... Unwilling to play the same ol games that brought the solitude of the mind... Reasoning with variable outcomes n unable to open the gates jus to repeat time... I'm not feelin it on a daily as I find movement in smiles when I entertain others... Looking at faces with eyes takin an interest of what they don't know of me as a hidden luv'r... Lost beneath the texture goin untouched... Running from the concept of luv... Goin down in thoughts with no one around dampers the effect of joy affecting life... Yet the silence consumes the emotion held captive no matter the emptiness that comes day or night... The loner that tried to get involved a few times over resides lookin in mirrors for conversation that somehow seems to agree with a solo image... Reflecting the fear that crawls through passion afraid to do more than relate beyond the walls where others tend to cause so much fuckin damage... With lusts wanting to be provoked with ropes n moans as intent of pleasure is shown... But I don't wanna go back to being someone's everything always breaking down as a lie that brings out my version of who I was as a hoe... I'm my own best friend n every now n again it feels as if I'm hollow... Laughing at the thing we become n words we choose to swallow...
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