Sometimes I can't find the rhyme
Feels like I'm running out of time
Trying to find the source of my anxiety
Wondering what the hell is wrong with me

Feeling like I'm drowning alone in a lake
No one to help me but me for my sake
I like to write of love and though true
It's hard to do when you're down and blue

I'm scared to death, I don't know why
Just holding my breath, I can't even cry
Scarier than any horror flick you've seen
That is what panic disorder for me has been