Depths

Stuck in the past
unable to move one fucking inch
feel my body hardening until i turn fully to stone
times like these i wish i was stoned
trapped in the past
unable to make change
incapable of decisions on who should take blame
mortality seems like a curse
where i walk around like a ghost anyways
living life as it was a fucked up play
some piles of bones and flesh stuck together
to play
to play
yet i wear this smile like a mask
to hide from those i hold most near
to hide from you my dear
for these words only seem to go through on ear
and out the other
no longer giving a fuck
just seems like noise just a bother