Anxiety Lyrics - Bmike

Every single day it breaks me to pieces 

I've tasted defeat of defeat 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 my self 

I'm sick of it 

Take my fingerprints 

You'll see that I did all of the percentages 

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 

And 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 forbidden 

But it's probably still just half of all the shit the priest committed 

(And how does that make you feel?) 

Ask me one more time how the fuck I feel 

I'm gonna fucking lose my mind 

Step aside I need the pills 

Step aside I need the Xanays 

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 

Oh hubby couldn't be prouder 

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 whose the crazy person now bitch 

And yet you think your qualified to treat me 

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 young way 

Just a young jersey nigga 

Pullin' in my timber 

Afraid I might pull this trigger 

It's fucking anxiety 

Fucking anxiety 

My demons are calling and sayin' they want whatever's inside of me 

I'ma give it to 'em 

I'ma give them all of it 

Used to be a small operetta 

Now it's the opposite 

Anxiety 

All big-time anxiety 

I feel it's runnin' through my veins 

I'm afraid I might get the blade 

And make a slit and let the blood spill out 

Anxiety 

All big-time anxiety 

Anxiety 

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