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