It's choosing sweat pans over a dress because you don't want people to look at you
It's felling like your always alone because no one knows what goes on in you head
It's the shaking the fast heart beat when too many eyes are on you
It's trying therapist and pills to make it go away
But anxiety can't be cut out by a surgeon, you can't go to the doctor and walk out okay
And that's the worst part of it all
Going to sleep knowing that it will still be there tomorrow
