Anxiety

Sweating cold, my adrenaline increases,
Blurry, it scares me, I can't breathe,
My day is uncertain, and it shifts me.
I lost the color of my eyes
And finally, she gives me back,
A torture from the inside out.

Now I have intimacy with Anxiety,
And I still do not trust in her.
I have no cure, obsessive Anxiety.

Help me, or not.

My ears can hear what doesn't exist,
It sounds gray, full of pessimism,
My schizophrenic feeling let me see
The gravity pulling my light,
Where reality is dirty,
I'm dying from the inside out.

Now I have intimacy with Anxiety,
And I still do not trust in her.
I have no cure, obsessive Anxiety.

It's all a way to save my time,
Composing my own pains,
I believe that someday I'll be free,
But I know that without it, I wouldn't be me,
But somehow, we move on.

This song has no hyperboles.