Man Up

I’m usually a closed book
Yet I’m open like a field
Tossed to the side like a rook
In a chess game
How did I let this thing build
Into chaotic stillness
This feels like an illness
I gotta brush these feelings off

I gotta man up
I can’t let her see me hurt
I cannot let her see her affect on me
I gotta man up
I gotta dust off the dirt
Like I used to, and let it be

I gotta pack all my clothes, my gear
Grab my keys and toiletries and go from here
Find a place with tranquility
My soul is burning
So why am I yearning
For her touch…
I gotta brush these feelings off

I gotta man up
I can’t let her see me hurt
I cannot let her see her affect on me
I gotta man up
I gotta dust off the dirt
Like I used to, and let it be

Maybe someday I’ll find someone
To fill the void she left in me
Maybe someday
Someone will set my soul free
When I’m ready, I’ll find her
But I guess until then
I gotta brush these feelings off

I gotta man up
I can’t let her see me hurt
I cannot let her see her affect on me
I gotta man up
I gotta dust off the dirt
Like I used to, and let it be