I'm becoming less defined as days go by,
Fading away,
And well you might say I'm losing focus,
Kind of drifting into the abstract in terms of how I see myself.

...Sometimes I think I can see right through myself.

Less concerned about fitting into the world,
Your world that is,
Because it doesn't really matter.
None of this really matters anymore.

Yes I am alone but then again I always was,
As far back as I can tell,
I think maybe it's because,
Because you were never really real to begin with,
I just made you up to hurt myself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0U_i63_1Qk&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Hi, I'm the guy you don't love just yet but I write poems with my tongue on your neck

"Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."

From

the

cradle

to

the

grave,

it

has

been

a

walk

of

shame

“But I didn't understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can, just by living, damage another human being beyond repair.” 
― Haruki Murakami

You only see what they want you to see

hear what they want you to hear