Slightly Detached

When no one can see me
I talk so no one can hear me
I had someone to trust
It was nice while it lasted
It wasn't their choice, well
They didn't see the result
I don't want to join back in
The world of trust and a love
Everytime I turn around,
the more things become shaffled to the ground
I have no explanation(as if I could explian to you)
Concentration is hard to focus on what I want to think
rather than where it often leads.
Silent words waiting to be drawn from my mind
Decption without my rejection I assimilate the words
Seeing nothing, afraid to look, it might turn out the same
unfinished verses lingering retention I wish I never knew.
I can't stand the blame, to hear it coming to me or for you
Whats there to write, when the story never changes?
Only repeated openeing old scares penetrating the wound
No one wants to keep hearing the same story
The drepressing one when you're hurt
Everyone's been through it, or will be
It's the same old sad story, yet it hurts the same each time
The only thing that changes for some is the way you take it in
No matter how you take it, no matter how it comes
When you know it's coming, there's no way prepare
Being so loud, cutting you deep, close your eyes
It's no diguse, becaues you know how you feel, but
Whats the use to tell the same story again
There's nothing new about it, except it's happening to you
The reaction is the same, can they even really help?
Comforting words to fog the cold harsh ones heard?
It's the same continuing story