Similar But Not The Same

What I feel feels sanded down,
Like the 'sorries' thrown around,
Non-commital, void and null,
Vacant, colourless and dull

Disjointed, numb and sorry sighs,
Surreal and loose-limbed lullabies
Eminate in muffled haze
And part in misty, morning rays

As I age, my virtue fades
Into routine acts of praise
And although it may seem insane,
It's similar, but not the same!

What I feel feels so dumbed down
Like 'I love yous' thrown around,
Lacking in a truth so pure,
Sordid, crass and insecure

Disjointed, numb and sorry sighs,
Forlorn, lacklusture, lonely cries
Eminate in muffled haze
And die in darkened morning shade

As I age, my virtue fades
Into routine acts of praise
And although it may seem insane,
It's similar, but not the same!

If I'm unique in my kindness,
...I really can't see how...
'Coz in this sorry, selfish state...
...I seem to be drowned out

As I age, my virtue fades
Into routine acts and praise
Now and then I feel the strain,
It's similar, but not the same...

...Now and then I feel the pain,
I'm similar, but not the same.