My hands were shaking,
Sure they were cold;
But really it’s because,
Yours were finally
Close enough to hold.

I sang a song for you
One with a familiar tune;
I sit alone in my room
Waiting for the clock to hit noon.
Is it wrong to wish I could belong
To the place where you could hear my song?
I imagine your smile
As is it would be if you listened for awhile;  
But alas you are gone
And I have withdrawn.
I wait for the day I can see your face,
And I look forward to your embrace.

My best friend is powerful,
Constantly holding my hand,
Oh what a friend is for.
When I feel alone,
I am reassured
that in fact,
I am.
Except for my best friend.
Notoriously known for
getting into my head.
Lets me sleep until
the day has passed.
Oh how I prefer to stay home,
with my best friend.

My anxiety is powerful,
Constantly holding my hand,
Oh what anxiety is for.
When I feel alone,
I am reassured,
that in fact,
I am.
Except for my anxiety.
Notoriously known for
getting into my head.
Lets me sleep until
the day has passed.
Oh how I prefer to stay home,
With my anxiety.

I feel light as the wind caresses my skin
My body feeling anew
I feel my soul begin to change
As I begin to let myself float