["My Anxiety"]
What if things get worse long before they get better
And you can't reverse all the damage you've done?
What if things go wrong and instead of homework you write a song
Because it's way more fun?

There is need to fret, though you can bet it'll get better
But probably not yet (or ever) so don't hold your breath!

Actually, hold it as long as you need
'Cause you locked your own cage and you'll never be freed
And the only thing that is approaching with speed is your death

You're gonna die!
You'rе gonna die!
You're gonna die!
You'rе gonna die!

["Me"]
Why do I imagine events that won’t happen?
I deserve a badge in “creative design”

["My Anxiety"]
You can’t pass this class (or life) ‘cause the workload is far too massive, so go on, keep telling yourself that it’s fine

While you work on stalling, it’s walling you in further
And you’ll just keep falling—no calling for help!
If you seek out assistance, they’ll surely agree
Your entire existence is governed by me
They’ll start keeping their distance as soon as they see that you yelp at the sight of a bee or you’re frightened for three thousand bite-sized bad reasons and might try to flee if invited to teatime

["Me", Spoken]
No, you’re right, that makes sense. Wait, I don’t even drink tea—

{"My Anxiety", Sung]
That doesn’t matter, you’re gonna die!
You’re gonna die!
You're gonna die!
You're gonna die!