The Nameless Face.

Please don't called me Evelyn.
Refrain from calling “Eve.”
I like to spend my life living in a distorted, dissociated dream.

I've disconnected myself so severely.
To the point that I forget that I'm alive.
And when you call my name it just sends me back in time.

Back to when I was a real person.
I wasn't just a void.
To when I was proud to be living.
When I as proud to be surviving.

But I'm too far gone now. I like to pretend that I'm not real.
I'm a nameless face, I'm another number '115' on the election bills.
Spin me around in a lottery ball, pull a random number out.
I have no definition, and frankly: I'm perfectly fine with that.

Don't bother building relationships with me. Because I'm nothing but a mirage
When you try to pull me closer you'll realize my existence is just a facade..