Different Drum

Somewhere there may be someone. The people that jive with my outlook on the world seem to be beyond my pay grade when it comes to being more than passing friends. I was born under a bad sign it would appear. Sure, there are some that would have me. But I am damaged to the point that I can't read the signals that they send. The ones that I feel an attraction to must think me totally inept since I miss all the signs they carry for me to read. Why am I so dense?