I've got this ball inside my stomach
I've got my breathing rhythm so high
I've got giddiness, like I'm going to die
I've got the heart, like it's having an attack.

I'm trying so hard, and I speak too fast...
So, I'm creating trouble, and I'd like to be careful
I'm not mean, always trying to be respectful.
But who am I, trying to change the past ?

Even when I know I'm not alone,
I can't stop thinking I'll be left
And I'll be lying down, bereft.
I'm broken as ****, it will be known