Every time I think of you,
Anxiety attacks.
Not because of what you do
But because of my heart's broken tracks

I love you and I'm happy to be with you
But what do I do?
If my heart's anxiety,
Is perfectly brewed.

As my love intensifies,
So does my miseries.
How is it possible to hurt greatly
When nothing  is wrong barely.

I hate myself as much as I love you,
But am I lost?
Cause how can I love someone else,
If I can't even start believing in myself.