Worrymind

I think about the sound

And how my singing makes you feel

I think about the words

And all their insecurities

I think about today

And what it soon turns out to be

I think about my thoughts

And why my head is never empty

I think all the time

As I’m cursed

With a Worrymind

I think about my looks

If I should be some other way

I think about the costs

How much I eventually end up paying

I think about this ache

If it’s a sign for anything

I wonder if I’m sick

Or if thinking just makes me

I think all the time

But that’s okay

I wont notice it tonight

And if there’s something

It’s just something on my mind

All that’s left is jus a quiet and empty space

A place just right

For a Worrymind