Mar 2016
"From the outside looks like I belong outside,
the tears of a clown-always on the inside
to go outside,I'm hesitatin-sweatin,,
give it one more hour til the meds kicks in,
ah,back on the inside,food run-job done,,
didn't heed the inner voice-"Run Forrest Run",
sweatin' in Tesco's,temper and distemper,
slam,lock my door,give a little whimper,
keepin' this front up is slowly killing me,
friends don't believe I suffer from anxiety,
not a common sight introvert,no stage fright,
turning into a vampire,never out in daylight,
hard to explain-confidence is a con,
even my mates can bring a panic attack on,
a social world yeah-connected society,
modern day Hermit,trapped by anxiety,
"counting flowers on the wall" chorus"
countin flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all,
playin' solitaire til dawn with the deck of 51
theres so much treatment available! you say,
the first catch 22 of a brand new day,
go to the doctor,then I'm tongue-tied,
ending up with Flu shots,cause I just lie,
strangled on anguish,put on a brave face,
tear back to the gaff, the only safe place,
a basement tan,rarely show my face,
mistakes of the past I wish I could erase,
fake smiles for those who wish me well,
between the devil and the deep blue sea,ah well,
"it could always be worse" was my childhood's call,
pull your socks up,chin up, don't shame us all,
"he's such a ******,all he does is read alone",
I'm still grinnin,and bearin',don't want to moan
I've got my net and my gaming,and my OCD,
like I've told you before don't worry 'bout me,
"counting flowers on the wall" chorus"
this is it,the end-the nadir,rock bottom,
I'd swallow a gun or load of pills if I'd got em,
It's a breakdown,meltdown,shutdown,sad clown,
take a crane to turn THIS frown upside down!
finally told my mates I WASN'T OK...
(tick,tick,tick)the clock churns away,
then the shock on their faces turns to concern,
first hug near broke me-floodgates turned,
I was a friend in need,with true friends indeed,
so if you're suffering in silence try and pay heed,
get out of your "aun heid" your soul needs to feed,
and there's only so much a sole soul can bleed,
take advice from one who had a foot in the grave,
don't let society turn you to a slave,
take pleasure in the small things,hear my call,
so you can spend less time counting flowers on the wall"
the tears of a clown-always on the inside
to go outside,I'm hesitatin-sweatin,,
give it one more hour til the meds kicks in,
ah,back on the inside,food run-job done,,
didn't heed the inner voice-"Run Forrest Run",
sweatin' in Tesco's,temper and distemper,
slam,lock my door,give a little whimper,
keepin' this front up is slowly killing me,
friends don't believe I suffer from anxiety,
not a common sight introvert,no stage fright,
turning into a vampire,never out in daylight,
hard to explain-confidence is a con,
even my mates can bring a panic attack on,
a social world yeah-connected society,
modern day Hermit,trapped by anxiety,
"counting flowers on the wall" chorus"
countin flowers on the wall that don't bother me at all,
playin' solitaire til dawn with the deck of 51
theres so much treatment available! you say,
the first catch 22 of a brand new day,
go to the doctor,then I'm tongue-tied,
ending up with Flu shots,cause I just lie,
strangled on anguish,put on a brave face,
tear back to the gaff, the only safe place,
a basement tan,rarely show my face,
mistakes of the past I wish I could erase,
fake smiles for those who wish me well,
between the devil and the deep blue sea,ah well,
"it could always be worse" was my childhood's call,
pull your socks up,chin up, don't shame us all,
"he's such a ******,all he does is read alone",
I'm still grinnin,and bearin',don't want to moan
I've got my net and my gaming,and my OCD,
like I've told you before don't worry 'bout me,
"counting flowers on the wall" chorus"
this is it,the end-the nadir,rock bottom,
I'd swallow a gun or load of pills if I'd got em,
It's a breakdown,meltdown,shutdown,sad clown,
take a crane to turn THIS frown upside down!
finally told my mates I WASN'T OK...
(tick,tick,tick)the clock churns away,
then the shock on their faces turns to concern,
first hug near broke me-floodgates turned,
I was a friend in need,with true friends indeed,
so if you're suffering in silence try and pay heed,
get out of your "aun heid" your soul needs to feed,
and there's only so much a sole soul can bleed,
take advice from one who had a foot in the grave,
don't let society turn you to a slave,
take pleasure in the small things,hear my call,
so you can spend less time counting flowers on the wall"
Anxiety Society is the follow up to Procrasti-Nation. and part of Rob Sandman's look at the modern day Psychological disorders that plague modern society.
