Anxiety~ at its best of times
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You fill in my stomacah and make me quail and quiver depending
on how I look at your useless intent at making me deliver
a false pretense of myself before others knowing that I
would not even front for my brother whose
soul I owe a great gratitude, and yet I fall short for
those who call me dude and friend who I don't know
Why, oh, why is anxiety such a bitch!
It is a bitch that will leave her name at my doorstep
when all she was was a girl I bumped into by one step
of my imagination she fills me with despair... But I love the way she
feels and her entrancing hair flowing,
in my face every second I am scared.