Anxiety
In the morning it seems like nothing is there.
Come the night is the panic and all of my fear.
I can see the future for so it seems.
There is too much to process, take me to my dreams.
There is emptiness inside me as the pills kick in.
It's a chemical imbalance that that burns at the skin.
An addiction is the need to dull the pain inside.
I panic for the pills that keep me alive.
Come the night is the panic and all of my fear.
I can see the future for so it seems.
There is too much to process, take me to my dreams.
There is emptiness inside me as the pills kick in.
It's a chemical imbalance that that burns at the skin.
An addiction is the need to dull the pain inside.
I panic for the pills that keep me alive.
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