Anxiety

It's a myth a mind is open
With an outlook so cloudy I fail to see
My own deceit
If hindsight hides my potential
It's not to beat myself up, but to learn and be free
Like learning to see

There is a road where trying your best
To cope with life isn't being hard on yourself
With anxiety about what you're trying to be

I missed the line for a golden ticket
Every decision is a heartbeat for me
A desire to please
If in my element I flounder
It's a voice convinced I'm not what you see
Gotta convince me

There is a road where you're trying your best
To cope with life isn't being hard on yourself
With anxiety about what you're trying to be

There is a road where I'm trying my best
To cope with life isn't being hard on myself
With anxiety about what I'm trying to be

What anxiety wants me to be
What society wants me to be
What do I want me to be
What do you need me to be
What am I am I made to be
To be, to be, too many to bes
To be, to be, too many to bes



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Smith Ii
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