The bumps on my skin, the looks from my kin I don't know what's real, and I feel it again I'm out of my mind, but I'm stuck inside I say I'm fine, but I've crossed the line
Everything is all clear, and sharp is my knife Blood smeared face, and pupils big as a dime Sweaty red hands, I circle in place I look in my mirror, and laugh at my face
Don’t worry it's just a case, of Anxiety Anxiety
I'm never alone, I’m alone in my mind They say it's ok, its only a matter of time I hate this feeling, it makes me alive Is it better to live, or is it better to die?
I feel psychotic, I fear for your life Do you fear me, or do you feel alright I take my pills, I say goodnight I hope I don't, have to say goodbye