Anxiety

Every single day it breaks me to pieces

I tasted defeat at the feet of my demons

I'm such a fuckin' 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 deserve this pain

Tell me what I did to deserve this hurt

When all I ever did was put everybody first

These days, I just don't feel shit

I don't feel a thing at all, I don't feel like I exist

That's what 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 the definition

Write it on my forehead, defective, out of commission

I'm sick of it, losin' myself, I'm sick of it

Check my fingerprints, you'll see how little the percentage is

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and so much more

But everybody's still walking out that door

I've given it my all

It's getting to the point where it's sad as fuck

I've given it my all but it's not enough

It's not enough

The sleeping pills don't work, the healing pills don't work

I still feel pain with the pain pills, now those same pills don't work

If I don't get a couple percs, I'm 'bout 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, then tell you that you've sinned a bunch of times

But I've forgiven you

You know they won't admit it and God himself has forbid it

But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed

Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel

I'ma fuckin' lose my mind, step aside, I need the pills

Step aside, I need the Xannies, step aside, I need the Vicodin

And I'll be on my way so I can just get back my life 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 vacay with the kids, hubby couldn't be prouder

And all you had to do was ask me how I feel for an hour

See that's the problem with pretentious technicalities

You preach insanity and then expect my weekly salary

So tell me who's the crazy person now, bitch

And yet you think you're qualified to treat me, shit

I've given it my all

I've given it my all and so much more

But everybody's still walkin' out that door

I've given it my all

It's getting to the point where it's sad as fuck

I've given it my all but it's not enough

It's not enough

Man, I came up a long way

Just a young Jersey ****

Bullet at my temple

Afraid I might pull this trigger

This fucking anxiety, fucking anxiety

My demons are calling and saying

That they want whatever's inside of me

I'ma give it to 'em (Hell yeah)

I'ma give 'em all of it

Used to be a smooth operator

Now it's the opposite

Anxiety, oh big time

Anxiety, yeah

I feel it swimmin' through my veins

I'm afraid I might get the blade

Make a slit and let the blood spill out

Anxiety, oh big time

Anxiety