It's simple.It's anxiety
Cuz people can't annex me
You always worry
Even if you're sorry
Through everything that has happen
You're sorry but you should be mad at them
Even if it's not your fault
Just like salt
On a fresh wound
But you still you can't conclude
Really rude
It benefits the mad mood
Like it's glued
To me
Stupid anxiety
Why does it exist
Why do we have to consist
How much can I resist
This
Maybe it's a quiz
Or a mix
My soul it drinks
And it plays in the hole
Tries to decontrol
Is that why it's here
Then make it clear
Who ever brought it
I barely breathe from it
Killing me with words unspoken
My mind is always open
Never frozen
Working like a machine
But I hate my over thinking routine
If someone once was my friend and now's a foe
I see you as one so I can't let it go
