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Anxiety

B-Mike
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Every single day it breaks me to pieces I've tasted defeat of the defeat of my demons I'm such a fucking waste of achievement I should put this trigger to my brain and just squeeze it Cause Lord i know, i ain't been no saint But tell me what i did to derseve this pain Tell me what i did to deserve this hurt When all i ever did was put everybody first(sand how does that make you feel?) These days i just don't feel shit I don't feel anything at all I don't feel like i exist Thats why i need my fix So i can just feel something How do you describe the word empty Try to describe the word nothing Wait, fuck that Use my name as a definition Write it on my forehead Defective out of commission I'm sick of it, I'm losing myself I'm sick of it Take my fingerprints You'll see that i did all of the percentages I've given it my all I've given it my all and so much more But everybody still walking out that door I've given it my all Its getting to the point where its sad as fuck I've given it my all but its not enough, its not enough The sleeping pills don't work The healing pills don't work I still feel pain with pain pills And now those same pills don't work If i don't get a couple perks I'm about to go berserk I swear to God nobody can fix this shit Not even the church Now tell me what good would a pastor do Except be mad at you And tell you that you sinned bunch of times But I've forgiven you You know they won't admit it And God himself is forbidden But it's probably still just the half of all the shit The priest committed (and how does that make you feel?) Ask me one more time how the fuck i feel I'm gonna fucking lose my mind Step aside i need the pills Step aside i need the xanays Step aside i need the vicodin And I'll be on my way So i can just get my life back again You do not give a shit Stop pretending, stop lying Cause to you I'm just a check, bitch Just a dollar sign Another vaycay with the kids Oh hubby couldn't be prouder All you had to do was to ask me how i feel for an hour See that's the problem with the pretentious technicalities You preach insanity And then expect my weekly salary So tell me whose the crazy person now bitch And yet you think you're qualified to treat me I've given it my all I've given it my all and so much more But everybody still walking out that door I've given it my all It's getting to the point where its sad as fuck I've given it my all but it's not enough, it's not enough Man i came up a young way Just a young jersey nigga Pulling in my timber Afraid i might pull this trigger Its fucking anxiety Fucking anxiety My demons are calling and saying they want whatever inside's of me I'ma give it to 'em I'ma give 'em all of it Used be a small operetta Now it's opposite Anxiety All big time anxiety I feel it's running through my veins I'm afraid I' might get the blade And make a slid and make the blood spill out Anxiety All big time anxiety Anxiety