| It brings out the worst in me
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| Plagues me just like a disease
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| A dark cloud that won’t seem to let me be
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| Ruining everything
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| Miserable at my very best
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| A walking cliche like the rest
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| Wish they could find a way to fix my head
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| And feel like myself again
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| It’s just like me to give into my grief
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| Shouldn’t be surprised that, that I feel so alone
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| Anxiety’s got a hold on me
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| It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe
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| It cuts right down to the bone, yeah
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| I’m living proof of a tortured soul
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| Fell asleep on the couch again
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| It’s been three months since I’ve seen my friends
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| Alienated is what I tend to do best
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| When I’m down and I’m out again
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| I guess it’s true that I cut my own rope
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| Shouldn’t be surprised that, that I feel so alone
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| Anxiety’s got a hold on me
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| It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe
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| It cuts right down to the bone, yeah
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| I’m living proof of a tortured soul
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| There’s no solution to my seclusion
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| I guess it’s best I stay tied to this bed
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| Anxiety’s got a hold on me
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| It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe
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| If you could see in my head
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| You’d understand why I can’t control a shaking hand
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| Day in, day out, captive to my doubts
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| Thoughts never match the words from my mouth
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| When I wake up tomorrow and feel the same
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| Not a thing I can do to numb the pain
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| It’s pulling me under, blood’s in the water
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| Can I make it out alive?
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| It brings out the worst in
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| Plagues me just like a disease
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| A dark cloud that won’t seem to let me be
|
| Ruining everything
|
| Anxiety’s got a hold on me
|
| It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe
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| It cuts right down to the bone, yeah
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| I’m living proof of a tortured soul
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| There’s a solution to my seclusion
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| I guess it’s best I stay tied to this bed
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| Anxiety’s got a hold on me
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| It’s got me by the neck and won’t let me breathe |