Anxiety کے بول

I'm stuck, I can't move This body isn't mine I'm numb from all the pain You made me feel this life Life seems pretty fucked up sometimes And suddenly you're drowning in your tears Should I feel sorry? Or should I just accept you're what I feared? Should I feel sorry? Or should I just accept you're what I feared? Let me breath Let me walk around free of anxiety Let me be Set me free Let me walk around free of hurt Let me breath Let me walk around free of anxiety Let me be Set me free Let me walk around free of hurt Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes In your fake self, in what you pretend to be Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares I gave my all, what's left of me is dead Let me breath Let me walk around free of anxiety Let me be Set me free Let me walk around free of hurt Let me breath Let me walk around free of anxiety Let me be Set me free Let me walk around free of hurt Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes In your fake self, in what you pretend to be Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares I gave my all, what's left of me is dead Go tell your sad stories to someone who believes In your fake self, in what you pretend to be Go tell your mad stories to someone who cares I gave my own, what's left of me is dead