Here it comes, this queasy fear,
God just get me out of here.
I've gotta run, need to hide,
'You'll be fine', ******* they lied.

Standing, I begin to shake.
Can't you see, the fool I make?
I can't swallow, I can't speak.
Small and quiet, this fool is weak.

Too quick the lights shine in my face,
I've lost my purpose, lost my place.
Laughter echoes, in my head?
Subtly I, wish me dead.

On my back, on the floor,
that's it, can't take it anymore.
Fade away, into nowhere.
My recurring, worst nightmare.