Over protective like this
My mind is reckless and quick
Just racing, never slow pacing, I'm facing anxious illness
Or whatever the term is
Anxiety's my *****
And she's running my dome home, she's taking over and ****
If I could stop it I would, but she's been taking over long
I know that I should, but she's forever to strong
Stronger with every attempt
To get her presence exempt
And the more I try to rid
Of her, the more she exists 
So yeah I'll stop trying cuz i know she's here to stay
Maybe the brain she has now will return to me some day
But til then, this anxious illness remains to be in my way
Of ever having a life where care-free is in play.