You leave me high and dry
With traces but no track
Filled up energies with empty fuel
Your a mistake with masked errors
Each return repeats its feelings
I fool myself thinking you won’t fool me
Why do people consume my energy dry
leave invisible marks in my mind?
Why do we let people into our private chambers
to invade our power lines of shuffled cabinets?
Even if they get caught stealing from the safety room
again we hand them the spare key
and keep the door ajar
Knowing their fingers will rip through
Am I the cause?
Too sensitive, over emotional or not detached enough?