Excerpts from Robbie's 'Come undone'

So unimpressed, but so in awe
Such a saint, but such a whore
So self-aware, so full of shit
So indecisive, so adamant
I'm contemplating, thinkin' about thinkin'
It's overrated, just get another drink and

Watch me come undone
They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street
I pray when I'm coming down, you'll be asleep
If I ever hurt you, your revenge will be so sweet
Because I'm scum
I come undone
I come undone

So rock 'n' roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well-trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to
If I stop lying, I'll just disappoint you
Come undone

We sing love songs
So sincere
The young pretend you're in the clouds above the sea
I come undone
I am scum
Love your son
You've gotta love your son
I am scum I am scum I am scum I am scum I am scum I am scum

-the man know's what he's singing about. The dichotomy, the internal conflict. What we feel and what we show the world, so different. I've become so self obsessed i stare in car windows to check my hair. I terrorize my housemate who refuses to answer the all important 'how does my hair look today?' And i berate myself everyday-physcological microcuts that dont show up as ugly marks on my arm (i've got enough of those). I relate to this song. Hugely. That's why i write this blog. To keep it secret, to let it out. Wounds need air to heal.