an attempt to socialize

I cant remember a time where i felt anything but tired My friends tell me they wish they were as strong as i was And that they could stand as tall as i do But really, im just a hollow husk made with a well played orchestra of lies I specialize in the violin My fingers bleed from playing, painting a picture on the ground beneath Its of a cloudy night sky It reminds me of the stars that used to shine bright in my eyes Im sorry i am not a conversation piece I dont think youd want to here me cry about my past Thats all thats on my mind