The Looking Mass

Don't want attention
I can feel the tension
Just wanna try to be myself
Isolation, love more solitude
Also have to leave my shell
Life's a game, the game is lame
Yet has days that are fun as hell
Caught up in my feelings
Brain is at the ceiling
Past and future place I feel

Pull me down, drag me around
Paint me as a clown, I'm dry heaving
Been lost, then found
Lost again until I'm again leaving

Austin Spare spares the cares
And gives a picture to get there
However great our reach
Whatever we touch shall touch flesh
C'mon bro, teach
Wish quotes were easier to recall
Stuck in the mess, yet
We try to escape our fall
Sometimes we get somewhere
Other times nowhere at all

Some people always have a thing to say
To tell you not to do it your way
What if they're just trying to help
One side might want something to sell

I'm guilty, blame my own brain
Following thoughts and feels
A concotion quite insane
You can always ignore my reels