Luyện nghe bài hát Anxiety

Every day it breaks me to pieces
I've tasted defeat of of my demons
I'm a fucking waste of achievement
I should put this trigger to my brain and squeeze it
'Cause Lord I know I ain't no saint
But tell me what I did to this pain
Tell me what I did to deserve this
all I ever did was put everybody first
(And how does that you feel?)
These days I just don't feel
I don't feel a at all
I don't feel like I
why I need my fix
So I can just something
How do you the word empty
Try to describe the nothing
Wait, fuck
Use my as a definition
it on my forehead
Defective out of
I'm sick of it, losing my
I'm of it
my fingerprints
You'll see I did all of the percentages
I've it my all
I've given it my all and so much
But everybody still out that door
I've it my all
It's getting to the point where sad as fuck
I've it my all but it's not enough, it's not enough
The pills don't work
The healing pills don't
I still pain with pain pills
And now those same don't work
If I get a couple perks
I'm to go berzerk
I swear to god nobody can fix this
Not even the
Now tell me what good a pastor do
be mad at you
And tell you that you sinned a bunch of
But forgiven you
You know they admit it
And god himself is
But it's probably still just half of all the the priest committed
(And how does make you feel?)
Ask me one more time how the I feel
I'm gonna fucking lose my
aside I need the pills
Step aside I need the
Step aside I need the
And be on my way
So I can just get back to my again
You do not give a
Stop pretending, stop
'Cause to you I'm just a check,
a dollar sign
Another vaycay the kids
Oh couldn't be prouder
All you had to do was ask me how I for an hour
See the problem with pretentious technicalities
You preach
And then expect my weekly
So tell me the crazy person now bitch
And yet you think your qualified to me
I've it my all
I've given it my all and so more
But still walking out that door
I've it my all
It's getting to the point where sad as fuck
I've given it my all but it's not enough, not enough
Man I came up a way
Just a jersey nigga
in my timber
Afraid I might pull trigger
It's fucking
Fucking
My demons are calling and they want whatever's inside of me
I'ma it to 'em
give them all of it
Used to be a operetta
Now it's the

All big-time
I feel it's runnin' through my
I'm I might get the blade
And make a and let the blood spill out

All big-time