i have this insecurity
just can’t get to it, can’t access it
somedays i’m great, king of the world
i can charm your grandma
and make a depressed person wanna get up
but there’s still this insecurity
just can’t get to it, i don’t understand it
it’s about fear, i know that
but of what? exposure to embarrassment?
i’ve always had it, those days when the social anxiety kicks
i’m awkward and uncomfortable
any attention on me makes me feel like
king kong on a bad acid trip
the jokes end quicker and i think about
what other people think about me
my face all red, running away in shame
others do the same and i ruin everything
it can come so unexpectedly
this hyper sensitivity to my surroundings
that’s okay cause i suck at all the good stuff as well
this insecurity
i can’t get to it, don’t get it
ashamed of something, i don’t know what
i’m not a fag, i love pussy
maybe it’s just being this chronically broken human being
all the troubles and sins, humanity itself in my head