Anxiety and depression are constantly fighting over who wins control over me
People ask me what's wrong and I ask them what's right ?
I'm starting to resemble a war torn country
I'm a barely functioning mess
Chaos is thriving , I'm barely surviving
Optimism is hanging on by a thread
If I'm not into clocked into hell
Then I spend my days in bed
Trying to prevent myself from picking up the phone and contacting the one who broke me
I'm mad at the world , I lost someone who was so precious to me
It doesn't look like I'll get her back
So excuse me I may act out of character
I have the urge to go on a war path
I want to display heel antics I'm so tired of being a face
I feel like a sucker
My Heartbeat seems to be inspired by the showtime lakers
Every play is a fast break
The whistle never blows
Even when I get fouled by anything and everything tugging at my jersey
I don't think everyday has to be a sunny day
We all have our turn with storms
I just believe this is a bit excessive