I'm pickin' up whatcho puttin' down.

Sorry, I'm not here for you, I'm here for me.
I'm here to make myself feel better, just like you.
The only difference is at least you're doing something.
I just come back with nothing, with undertones of hidden nothing.
It's not so bad really, because I'd rather have nothing than your somethings.
Your false affection, your false attention, your false attraction.
Just drop the bullshit, you'll be much happier.
That advice is free.
Take your time out, breath deep, let some air into those lungs.
It's hard to get air when you're drowning, so take advantage of it while you can.
Kind of funny that I notice all this.
You'd think I wouldn't pay a mind.
Just such an interesting condradiction.
Difficult to define.
I need to know my enemy.
I'm surrounded by your kind.