I Don't Want to be Me Anymore

I'm tired of the me that i have created, but now i have nothing to change into.
What do you do when all that you know, has no worth left in your soul.

Where do you go, to get back what you've lost, squandered and thrown away.
How do you reinvent yourself, when you have no one to look to for success.

Whats it matter when you've got nothing left, why do they stick around?
They're just waiting for the crash, the burn, total and utter failure.

Lawn seats and a bag of popcorn, front row seats for the end,
Not the end of physical life, but all that is mental and emotional.

When you are the reason for all your own failures,
Who gives a shit what they see... no way a real life jedi...

Life is a pile of steaming bullshit, a web weaved no escape
Get yours, before anyone else, and screw the inbetween

But if we all play that game, the world will become, a sorry place indeed
Why give a shit for me, when all i am, is a wasted... empty... worthless, shell... of a man