Anxiety
I can't feel my head, nothings helping
And I just want to feel once again but nothings working
Always catching up yet I'm always running
And again, always trip, once again, there's no escaping
Running once again from the tremors Earth's quaking
Dealing with the pressures of the youth I'm shaking
Built up with anxiety, the world is ending
And I'm too hard on myself, I'm not defending
I know I got to push on, I know I got to fight for myself
I gotta move on, but fuck my health
Ever since I've been a jit I've been told to tell the truth
In a world full of lies well what's the use
Three am thoughts why don't you let me go to rest
Three am thoughts I'm a failure to my crest
Three am thoughts think I won't be the best
Got the devil on my shoulder more like sitting on my chest
It's that Gabapentin panic with the stress that tells them get away
All of these emotions cloud my path, yet I'm led astray
Children are the future, why don't we feel important
You hear our problems yet you blissfully ignore them
It's that head down, uh, on sight
It's the shadows playing, uh, at night
You're forever claiming, uh, you're right
Knowing everything, ahem, not quite
Claiming mental health is just a superstition
I should probably close my mouth cause ya'll just think I'm bitching
It's the gun powder, sparks are for ignition
Got these triggers in my life but ya'll ain't gonna listen
And I just want to feel once again but nothings working
Always catching up yet I'm always running
And again, always trip, once again, there's no escaping
Running once again from the tremors Earth's quaking
Dealing with the pressures of the youth I'm shaking
Built up with anxiety, the world is ending
And I'm too hard on myself, I'm not defending
I know I got to push on, I know I got to fight for myself
I gotta move on, but fuck my health
Ever since I've been a jit I've been told to tell the truth
In a world full of lies well what's the use
Three am thoughts why don't you let me go to rest
Three am thoughts I'm a failure to my crest
Three am thoughts think I won't be the best
Got the devil on my shoulder more like sitting on my chest
It's that Gabapentin panic with the stress that tells them get away
All of these emotions cloud my path, yet I'm led astray
Children are the future, why don't we feel important
You hear our problems yet you blissfully ignore them
It's that head down, uh, on sight
It's the shadows playing, uh, at night
You're forever claiming, uh, you're right
Knowing everything, ahem, not quite
Claiming mental health is just a superstition
I should probably close my mouth cause ya'll just think I'm bitching
It's the gun powder, sparks are for ignition
Got these triggers in my life but ya'll ain't gonna listen
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Writer(s): Nicolas Cloutier
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