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Anxiety (Session Of Therapy)

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Well, I don't know where to start
It's hard to talk about it
I'm trying to run away
From my own mental hell

I can make believe I'm well
But anxiety doesn't let me sleep
I cry every night
I can make believe I'm well
But I'm cracking up inside!

Mr. Therapist, what's wrong with me?
I was accused without no crime
I saw the death with my own eyes
But I don't want to talk about it
No one will believe me

I went to a shrink
Trying to understand
What does it still hurt me?
I wish you were here, my friend
I'm trying to forget that day
But it overcomes my mind
And they pull the trigger

Sometimes the anger and desperation
Make me blind
Is it my fault?
Is it my fault?

Mr. Therapist, what's wrong with me?
I was accused without no crime
I saw the death with my own eyes
But I don't want to talk about it
No one will believe me

All I need is you
To hug me tight
And say to me
It's gonna be alright

All I need is you
To hug me tight
And say to me
It's gonna be alright

Mr. Therapist, what's wrong with me?
I was accused without no crime
I saw the death with my own eyes
But I don't wanna talk about it
No one will believe me