I'm walking around numb. I can't seem to feel anything anymore. At first I thought it was a good thing but now not so much. I don't even get to feel happy. Half the time I'm laughing I'm faking.
Grandad isn't feeling well again. I think I'm just waiting for everything to get horrible again, like someone dying, just so I can feel something. But I hate feeling the sad things.

we masquerade around this floor
but no one seems to see what we are
these masks they hide it all forgetting who we are

Maybe there's no such thing as learning. Maybe when you get to a certain age you've learned everything you can learn, even if you've forgotten most of it.
Maybe there's no such thing as time. Maybe we are all standing still, but moving in the same dream everyone else is having, so it seems like real life.
Maybe there's no such thing as love or relationships, and everyone's just supposed to have fun, and be single.
Maybe things would be completely different if everyone just thought about things more. Maybe if they just sat outside and looked at the stars, life would be completely different.
Maybe we run because it's the only escape we can think of to get away from this stupid life. We don't feel tired mentally, but our bodies can't take anymore.
Maybe if we jump, everything will change. Maybe everything will fall into place if you leap and show that you aren't scared. Or maybe things will get worse.
Maybe everyone wears a mask, but pretends that's who they really are, even if the masks are completely horrible.