Anxiety

Where did my inspiration go?

Is it too hard to show?

In a corner of some random street

Being used by someone just like me

I've been walking around

Trying to figure it out

How can I feel so wrong

For so long

I guess I've missed the point

Or the same wasn't here before

I'm thinking too much

Too much

My mind is fading away

And I'm always on a rush

I'm getting toxic

Genocidal

And I've been feeling so sick

In my own denial

Bring me something to breathe in

And try to make me spin

On and on at the same old place

There's time in this world that I can't waste

And just let it go

I'm trying to let it go

But my mind sticks just like glue

And that's why I feel so blue

I guess I've missed the point

Or the same wasn't here before

I'm thinking too much

Too much

My mind is fading away

And I'm always on a rush

I'm getting toxic

Genocidal

And I've been feeling so sick

In my own denial

Everytime that I sit down and I try to do something

Anything, my mind just turns into some kind of a bullet train

Going faster and faster as I breathe

And then I get filled up with all these thoughts

Just melting my own brain, repeating to myself

You need to be perfect, you need to stay perfect

You need to look perfect

But I guess, that's the thing about trying to be perfect, you know?

Sometimes, you just cannot