I woke up lateThe obvious solution to anxiety attacks. Stupid me.
Guess I’m never really early
I hesitate, only to fail
I get so tired, of procrastinating
I need a change
Chorus:I can’t do thisI’m standing still
I can’t do this
I can’t do this by myself
I can’t do this
I can’t do this
Oh God I need Your help
I’m oh, so peaceful
I can’t pretend, that I’m fine
I get so ill, crazy agitated
When I’ve not really died
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