I don't talk about my feelings too much
My worst habits are my crutch
Got a grudge against my anxieties
Makes it hard for me out here
The things they say, the words they cut
The words I write just aren't enough
They're fake thoughts but they still cut deep
I feel like my friends are tired of me
I'm tired of me, I'm tired of waking up
I'm sick of being not enough
I'm filled with these anxieties
It feels like I will never be free
But I could never be me, like I could never be you
When I wake up automatically blue
Don't know who I might be
If I wasn't filled with these anxieties
A broken mind, with some very hard times
Ahead of me I'm scarred to find
What waits for me, I'm scared to see
Can I fix myself?
I'm a broken soul, so I'm told
Or is it all up in my mind?
Try to free myself stuck in these links
I feel like I'm just tired of me
I'm tired of me, I'm tired of waking up
I'm sick of being not enough
I'm filled with these anxieties
It feels like I will never be free
But I could never be me, like I could never be you
When I wake up automatically blue
Don't know who I might be
If I wasn't filled with these anxieties
But I could never be me, like I could never be you
When I wake up automatically blue
Don't know who I might be
If I wasn't filled with these anxieties