Diminished and diluted, oversharing and poorly executed. Strutting strife though life with no one. Bullshit; I'm the only lonely one whose forgot how to have fun. From the shell of a ghost comatose but complacent. From the hole in this soul, I've dug from it's replacement. Watch ambition vanish into thin air, but were they even there? Or ever mine to share? Bring the shell of who you once were, forget their feigned concern, regret the world that turns. Lost from worlds in walls with birds, bees, and sweaty palms. Without a purpose it's worthless. I don't deserve this. I can't find the bright side as I'm always stuck inside. But I'll keep my eyes wide. Insomnia and dysphoria you won't leave me. Why won't you leave.