I thought I beat this, some time quite long ago,
Will I ever rid this? I guess I'll never know.
I'm sick of worrying every single day,
About what people think and the words that I should say.
But things start looking up, I get second chance,
But now the pressure I can't take and my anxiety's back.
My heart again is racing and I'm stuttering my words,
Sweat dripping down my back as my worst nightmare
And I'm exhausted, it's hard work worrying,
Another day of torture in my head approaching.
I promise to myself it won't happen again,
But the truth is I can't control all this brain fog in my
So I sit there with my head sinking in my hands,
I feel so depressed, this mental block I cannot stand.
Yea, life's a drag.
I'm isolated, everyone's watching me,
I'm sitting here on show and they're all focusing.
Everyone is noticing how nervous I'm acting,
I'm alien to them, why would they waste their time with