Everything so much slower

Almost boring

Thoughts now easy to filter

The bad ones rarely escape my lips

And when they do

A quick lie can cover it up

Pretend like it’s all okay

While waiting for the decay

What do you want me to say

This game I don’t want to play

Keeping the image up

Smiling constantly

To all those who don’t matter to me

Trying to keep things moving

Momentum is all that keeps up this mask

So if I keep up the tempo

And no one will ever really know me