An Honest Truth Masked By Lies

I've been living in these dry bones and no one seems to care I don't know what I'm doing here but I'm pretty sure you're not there I have seen every sunset been hoping that you're resting there I don't know where you're hiding but I'm pretty sure it's not here so I bit down on my tobacco tried to forget about today told myself tomorrow's coming but I'm pretty sure it's already won so I laid in my bed and looked at the ceiling and I could feel the darkness creeping and when my tears they stopped streaming I'm pretty sure you weren't there ashamed about what people would be thinking grabbed myself a razorblade but as that first cut was sinking I'm pretty sure you weren't there I don't know why you're a mystery I don't know why I can't find you but I am down here and I'm dying and I'm pretty sure you aren't there so what happens to us when you're not around do we turn to dust or do we go down cause I know my debt and I know what I've paid I'm pretty sure it's not enough so what happens to us?