Drowning In a Pool of Aged Tears

drowning in a pool of aged tears so frozen and unable to move truly experiences my every worst fears so immobile and devoid of my usual groove i guess i will walk with no focus on a lonely road i guess i will not exist to all those that still love me i might as well be one with those under a forgotten bridge with depression overload i might as well put on a fake smile and observe all the footprints on my chest from all of the happy people above me i once had a youthful exuberance that many did so admire i once was put on a pedestal for the zest and effervescence of my whole anatomy now i cower in a dingy dark oblivion to permanently retire this new reality will receive from me no gratitude to the academy