Anxiety has an army
She's marching through my head.
She's twisting up my body
I swear she wants me dead
She's climbing down my throat;
She's wrapped around my spine.
She whispers in my ear
"Your souls forever mine"
Anxiety has a song
Of harsh and dreadful laughter.
A voice that tells your story
As unhappily ever after.
She'll rock your broken mind
Until all you do is sleep.
She'll dig her nails into your head
For your joys she craves to reap.
ARI
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Anxiety has an army
She's marching through my head.
She's twisting up my body
I swear she wants me dead
She's climbing down my throat;
She's wrapped around my spine.
She whispers in my ear
"Your souls forever mine"
Anxiety has a song
Of harsh and dreadful laughter.
A voice that tells your story
As unhappily ever after.
She'll rock your broken mind
Until all you do is sleep.
She'll dig her nails into your head
For your joys she craves to reap.
ARI
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