Anxiety inside of me, I'm starting to bust.
Friends turn foe so easily, I need someone to fucking trust. Can't you see I need room to breathe and space is a must? Everything I know to be crumbles to dust.
I can't stop this, it's beyond me.

I have tried, are you not listening?
Reality and what's "real to me" is what I cannot separate. Choosing one over the other is the reason why I'm late.
A window of opportunity smashed to bits and worthless to me. Constant inconsistency
my only consistency.

So much wisdom in pain, so many lessons in hurt.
You learn from a loss so I'll take on your worst.
Nothing can hit harder than my own regret so I live with what I've done and know that I can't forget.