Truth be told.

im bored you here me drone and far to lazy to go it alone
im to old and to thick skined and far to practiced in my sins
to weak to do all that i should i thrive in excuses that no time is good
alone i hide living with the fear of the truth to be told for me to hear
round and round my life does go but if you ask me it goes to slow
bring on the laughter ,forget the pain , im wishing my life away again
ive had enough now time to escape i'll crash down to earth when i do wake
back to normal grip hold of the task , you may never know whats behind my mask.