Mixed Signals

He has no thoughts no words, he only speak through his pencil
tortured pain, Not physical, just a little more mental from all the whispered words, Just a little Judgmental
Trying to mask the pain, but the pains monumental

Cascaded from the crowd. Feeling Lonely and Cynical
Watching Eyes and Gestures. just a little more physical
Notice none on him, cause hes just a little less pivotal
Him and hell match. Trust.. The pain is identical

Hes reaching out for an answer. but "she" left it blank
Returned to his hands, like its a heartless prank,
so he drowns down the water, a bottomless tank
surprise surprise.. The unsinkable sank.

But Listen.

Sweetly, he treats "the", uniquely, but
lately its crazy, his Lady's a maybe, cause daily
she plays him, shady she makes him, When hes Not in..No,
cause she playing with mixed signals

so he just Secludes himself. He tries, Eludes Himself,
Doesn't want to be part of anything, so he Excludes himself
Cause when his heart gets broken, he would just ensued himself
Blame himself. Call Name himself, Why wouldn't he, Why shouldn't he

If he isn't good enough for most, What gives him confidence to boast
and try for another to end up broken and played, mistreated and slay ed
Lied and betrayed, from the mistakes that he made, from his heart that he gave

Sweetly, he treats "the", uniquely, but
lately its crazy, his Lady's a maybe, cause daily
she plays him, shady she makes him, When hes Not in..No,
cause she playing with mixed signals