Dear broken girl,
who can not run from me
you live in my world now
and this is my decree.
You will always answer
whenever I call
I want those front row tickets,
the best seats to watch you fall.
Remember you're not smart
you're a burdon to everyone
don't forget at that party
you can't be having fun
I won't allow you to be normal
it simply isn't done
and don't start with your protests
a fight with me just can't be won.
They are all laughing at you
they think you're a joke
cancel that appointment
just get in the tub and soak.
No one cares about you
your problems are dumb and small
no one listens to what you say
no one at all.
So feed me all your worries
and feel the weight of me
for I am your only friend
sincerely yours,
Anxiety.
-KK
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A passing lyric (
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With friends like that, who needs enemies? as they say.
Anxiety - a friend not worth knowing, a waste of space really. Anxiety I mean, not you!
Thank you! A friendship we all experience and a friendship Iām working hard on breaking. š
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