Its all the same?

My fingers trace the keys but there is little left to bring out. Ring around the G move to the H. I'm getting nowhere. There was suppose to be something I could show you, but you aren't even looking. Why should you?
I cross my fingers and hope he'll be alright. It must be hard, being him. I could never love him, but I know he needs it, know he deserves it. Not that deserving is part of the situation. Not that it ever is.
I watched her fall apart and couldn't follow. They say never say sorry. I hope the pain wasn't too much.
I heard hints of notes behind a wall, begging to be given breath. May I then be oxygen, I never could.
I make intros to promises I'll never mean, but thats all thats said. Don't get carried away my dear, I shouldn't have called you that.
I fall in love with the world. And then the typical enters. How predictable.

I couldn't laugh along at that, don't make me. Unless I cave into agreeing with you, in allowing myself to breed with you. Ideas pour out the cup of ignorance and only dehydrate me.
I'm so thirsty.
And some how I'm becoming more comfortable in who I am. Even if maybe I'm not comfortable in being that person around you. I will be anyway. And you might judge me. And I'm sensitive and and the carrier of ideals. Thats all I am. Don't make me trade my stability for what I want. I will. Will not. Will i?
Don't expect me to want that, you hazard. Not that you're capable of wanting.

Steal from the baker, he's got enough to go around. Until no more burns the furnace. The fire's running low. You get something from giving up something, you get you give, you give you get. Right?
My livelihood has run out the door with the spoon. And the cow is jumping into oblivion, they've milked her dry. Poured out the dears hope. Oh me. Oh my.

And still we persist on till the day, that day. So much meaning in the unpredictable. Convince myself I know the way, and then I don't. So many false maps of where to go. Did I hear that I should worry about the destination? Until it comes I will pin it. And then when I'm over here and expectant, something comes and crushes me and I splatter and the truth is over there where I may not be because I'm stuck by something. And now I'm being scattered. and then I was somewhere else.
Its a completely different picture. Its all the same.