I thought I beat this, some time quite long ago
Will I ever rid this? I guess I'll never know
I'm sick of worrying every single day
About what people think and the words that I should say

But things start looking up, I get second chance
But now the pressure I can't take and my anxiety's back
My heart again is racing and I'm stuttering my words
Sweat dripping down my back as my worst nightmare returns

And I'm exhausted, it's hard work worrying
Another day of torture in my head approaching
I promise to myself it won't happen again
But the truth is I can't control all this brain fog in my head

So I sit there with my head sinking in my hands
I feel so depressed, this mental block I cannot stand
Yea, life's a drag

I'm isolated, everyone's watching me
I'm sitting here on show and they're all focusing
Everyone is noticing how nervous I'm acting
I'm alien to them, why would they waste their time with me?