anxious

I think I'm moving wrong, cause every single day I try to make a song, it takes so long

my form is what I'm hating on

I take a bong and face it long, until my face is gone, it makes me yawn

I'm only taking one to hell I come upon, I'm getting scared, feels like bugs are crawling

In my hair, there's something in my head and someone's standing over there, I stare deeply

At the ceiling, don't dare accept my feelings, aware I'm opposite healing, I care I'm feeling

Bare, what the hell is happening, I don't know where to start, every light I see looks

Like a face that's hiding in the dark, breathing hard and crying, there's a fire spark within

My heart, every time I see the time it feels like time is ripped apart, in time it takes

Me to work a shift, I have gone to sleep, it's working, this is perfectness and now