I'll sign under my breath and look but never stare,
Ghosts that surround myself just look but no one is there,
I'm tired of the person in the puddle not looking forward to tomorrow,
I'll ask what's left to say I guess I am not okay,
When all have left and no one plays,
I blame myself and I wish that you would stay,
I'll bury myself at the end of the day,
I can't believe when we're just posing in our skin,
All we are are stories buried deep within,
My ambitions in a shallow grave with no potential just endless blame,
Life's a joke and we'll laugh till we
Die then we'll cry, oh what a waste of time