Mind to Body

I look at you hoping to see through you. It's how I determine if you're the one. You're telling me things I already knew. That's why I don't look for you when you're gone. Your basic information tells little. Physically and mentally your body tells all. Outer shell can be of steel but inside you're so brittle. Yet I always pick up when you call. Tell me your stories, I gave you game. Say what I should do when you say my name. Give me some advice, it's wrong but I'll keep it. Move away and on from you, you're a book and I read it. Tell me one thing then tell me another. Talk about "we" when you're the reason we break from each other. Don't talk about types, I've seen plenty. You know I know I'm your's so you don't want any. You'd rather me not know nothing about you to give you control. Seems that It's always something to me and it's getting old. You say you'll do this, that's if you want me. I'll tell you about yourself and that you need me. I know how you are. I learned you physically and mentally. I read you from a far. You're my type, it's just wasn't meant to be. Talk is cheap, I see through you now. There's no point in acting, but you take a bow. Telling me this and telling me that. You're scared of someone else taking control and yeah it's a fact. Maybe you'll discover I'm what you need probably. By then I would hope it's too late. I'll delete my study to my mind from your body. If we're never join together by fate.