You can cut to the bone with, all my angry obsessions, All these chalky happy pills, and their consequences, Am I done with sleeping? Am I done with
No one told me there'd be days like these I'm sick of sinkin' man I'm on my knees Tell me again just why you lied to me It's separation anxiety Where
guard I wish you'd show me more respect, you fuel my Anxiety Rage wells right into my eyes Your out of reach These three weeks blew me out my mind Anxiety
A nervous breakdown is just what I need. Self destruction is all I can see. Self improvement is right for me. Fucking thoughts in my head screaming
Troubled minds. Troubled times. I'm going crazy, and thats just fine. Troubled minds. Troubled times. If you touch me, I'll break down, and fucking
Body broken fixed with rage these fuckin words that i say remind me of a life gone grey day to fucking day my love is now gone another fucked up
I'll say i dont mind and try to act normal i dont want you to read me just fucking listen now im walking away cause you didnt listen im not blaming
The floor is dirty, what am I to think? If I stand in the same spot, I'll just fucking sink. I try, I wish, I have no link. I am nothing, no emotions
Im on the outside, not looking in im sick of all these people and im sick of all there fake ass fuckin games people keep pushing and im going insane
soul, I wont be alright. Bloodshot eyes, sleepless nights. I'm giving up, I'm giving up. Someone help me, I cant fucking breathe. Tell me I have anxiety
Your a window, we see right through. Not even your rehab counselor can save you. Those tattoos are fading, your posing so fucking hard. We don't give
The curb never felt so fuckin lonely can anyone be so understanding days like this make it harder to breathe fuck the world? you fuckin tease these
I've been sitting around Thinking about this thing called life. I've got a million thoughts running through my fucking mind. Don't know where I'm
Orphanage pride is under our skin. Lock your doors, we're coming in. Orphanage pride, it's thicker than thin. Born to lose, but some day we'll win
all the things that could have been all the things that are gonna happen all the parts i wrote and i never played make any present unbearable the clock
, our visceral convulsion anxiety for love of life, anxiety for pain, anxiety, a feeling that you know you can't contain (a fear that you have nothing more to gain) anxiety
this fucking? Capitalism of anxiety The human race is blind to see Take this chance, it's the right time You can easy stop this fucking CRIME Capitalism of anxiety
