Me? Well, It Really Depends On The Day, Doesn't It?

Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Quiet In SnowI think this what happens when you watch American Splendor and read to much late period Hunter S. Thompson. It is a sure way to awaken your demons. Everybody wave at my demons.

What makes an old sad bastard?
Feeling sorry for my self
Self absorbed and self immolating
My central conceit is that I know better
(and I wonder why I am so fucking depressed)

Truth is I am weaker and more insecure than you
My fake self assurance merely an dissociative act
played for my comfort and your amusement

Not meaning to be dangerous to you
Even though I know it can be
and it leaves no comfort to my psyche

In the end, no matter what you do
I will always feel alone
and be left feeling sorry for myself

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