Anxiety

Michael (Uh, yeah?) Right this way please, Michael What can I do for you today? Yeah, I just need something to take this edge off and I'll be on my way Well, I can't just give them to you (What the fuck? why not?) Why don't you take a seat and we'll hava a little chat? Every single day it breaks me to pieces I've tasted defeat at the feet of my demons I'm such a fucking 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 (And how does that make you feel?) 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 why 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 a definition Write it on my forehead, defective out of commission I'm sick of it, losing myself, I'm sick of it Take my fingerprints, you'll see how little the percentages is I've given it my all I've given it my all and so much more But everybody 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 pain pills, now those same pills don't work If I don't get a couple perks, I'm about to go berzerk 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, and tell you that you sinned a bunch of times But I've forgiven you You know they won't admit it, and god himself is forbid it But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed (And how does that make...) Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel I'ma fucking 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 to 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 vaycay 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 qualified to treat me? Shit I've given it my all I've given it my all and so much more But everybody 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 Man, I came up a long way Just a young Jozi nigga Bullet at my temple Afraid I might pull this trigger It's fucking anxiety Fucking anxiety My demons are callin' and sayin' 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 operetor 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