let down...

I can’t even get into my heart, what makes you think it’ll let you in? It doesn’t trust me and you’re a stranger. Imagine the solitude that comforts the texture within. I’ve tried to relate with the feel but I’m on the outside just wanting another chance. I guess averted puts you in the mix of wanting to dance. My emotions are stubborn enough to kill me before I’m to ever open up. That alone should tell you what you’d havta be for me to convince myself that you’re any different than the eventual pain that turns off luv. I’m a man and I hate being tougher than any hands that’s ever touched me but I’m I'm forced to stop. I went too deep and learned a few things about me that have been in the makings of having a use. My mind knows what to do, it’s just my thumper doesn’t need a so called friend to pull the plug on forever prior to it living the proof. If I’m broken in your eyes, I’d suggest you leave me be. There’s no easy way to get you to free me from the shackles in my dreams. I’ll agree with you bcuz my pulse is a flatline to say the least. All I know is how to stand on my own two misguided feet. Call me a let down and shuffle yourself into a new reality without me to somewhere you can get what you're so deserving of. I’ll remain here, moving slowly to the rhythm of my own beat vibing with lusts I can’t trust. But I won’t havta open up my chest as if I have the key. My vibe can’t be felt as I refuse to lead. I will I ever follow another for they’re on their own path. It’s ok though bcuz relations move so fast. One day joy is a serum to dive in to as the next is words that don't know the meaning of hush. As the drowning tears chase away the memory as loose fingers throw up a duece. That’s when the endless cycle returns to unchain the melody lost in between the ribs cage. Creating an expression that can't be faked in which is smeared upon the face...