Anxiety
i hate this place I'm forced to call home, drowning in all my anxiety
wishing i could get away, i try so hard, the more i try, the more it seems to follow me
i want to get away so bad, but I'm stuck under a thunder-filled cloud
the voices are so negative, they wrap around me saying all the wrong things and start to grow so loud
they pick on me, i kick and scream and begin to fight
i count on you, you've become my hope, you pull me towards the light
you've been they're, you've seen it, with you i remain protected
you've pushed them away, took me out, it's sunny now, you've killed them, no chance in being resurrected
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