evasion

He always has excuses. In this case...depression is not an excuse, it's a cop out.

What keeps me still
Is what mortifies my senses

Situated stiffly in such repression
You're designed only for your benefit

Entrusted in me
Your voice proves to be endless
Aimless
Constantly drifting
Unkempt and sinking
Sucked, vanquished, sifting

You're missing everything
The point is lost
And I've found my true thoughts
These ruthless pleas demand detox
It's actually your fault

Senseless shame
You'll never believe it
Never stop placing the blame

Self indulgence fools
The tornadoes in your truth