I wake up every morning to just another day
I force myself through breakfast to somehow hide the pain
Yeah I know that I'm not perfect
I've never cared to try
but you keep feeding me this pressure
My anxiety is high

I'm headed out to dinner
to see a couple friends
my heart starts racing thinking
I don't wanna play pretend
Everybody seems so perfect
but I know its all a lie
So why am I feeling this pressure?
My anxiety is high

It's been hard cuz I'm not sleeping
I get in my own head
Sometimes I wonder if I'm breathing
Or if I'm walking dead
I'll try again tomorrow
Please pray that I'll survive
Dealing with this bullshit
My anxiety is...