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Anxiety

Anxiety, anxiety

Who, what, how, when, where are we?

Anxiety, anxiety

All these questions killing me.

Who's that upstairs pacing the floor?

Who's that walking past my door?

Who sent this in-vi-tation to meet?

Cover my head up with the sheet

It smells a bit but it smells of me

I promise tomorrow I'll walk down the street

Too many corners blind siding me

What do I look like, am I a freak?

Is my face now well composed?

Are these the most acceptable clothes?

How come I feel so exposed?

Can they hear the storm as I approach?

Anxiety, anxiety

Who, what, how, when, where are we?

Anxiety, anxiety

All these questions killing me.

Never travel underwater underground

Look for the exits, before sitting down

Did I say that out too loud?

What are my hands doing NOW?

Is this my obituary?

Verbally vomiting vocabulary

Swimming in mud, or stuck in tar

What if they think I've gone too far?

I can't bear it to be touched

What if I hurt the one I love?

It's clear that I'm not strong enough

The call of duty is too much

Anxiety, anxiety

Who, what, how, when, where are we?

Anxiety, anxiety

All these questions killing me.

What if the wind changes and I stay this way?

What if I fail my family today?

What if the kisses feel fake?

What if my life is a grand mistake?

Analysis paralysis

Analysis paralysis

Analysis paralysis

Everybody feels like this

Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself,

Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself,

Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself,

Stop hitting yourself, STOP hating yourself

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