My silence speaks loud and so bold, but still its just a mess. My eyes are darkened out pools full of secrets never told and you'll never get to swim , remain shallow with no soul and no real depth to ever cover the dive right in. Does it surprise you that I bothered to suck in a breath, heavy in my chest, without even asking permission? Just like the ride rises and falls, just like the rest. Am I anywhere inside myself, or am I just following the steps? Every day life takes its toll; it's so hard to try and see the bright side of it all now, But here I go, even pretending to smile. It's working so dearly, I'm even fooling myself, thinking I have a grip and I'm seeing clearly for just a while, the mask is molded tight, such a perfect fit, but up ahead something lurks in the darkness up ahead, i must be lost in the role, a life I never made. And still, the hollow carries, a silent, lonely ass plea, am I still here for a purpose, or just a ghost of who I used to be?