V1: I wake up every day to the mess, I feel sick and I wanna get dressed, I school ever since my best friend left, I lock the bathroom door and take a breath, Every morning is the routine, I brush my teeth, make my face is clean, I catch a glimpse of in the mirror and it haunts me, The prospect of leaving this really daunts me, I'm panicking now, I til my tummy hurts, I trapped, short of breath and I'm running scared, It worse and I'm feeling really dizzy now, I'm on my way to school, wanna leave the house, I turn up to form, 10 late, shouting at me, this is just great, I my tongue, stay quiet, I don't wanna fight, This is me. Welcome to my
V2 morning is the same routine, I my teeth, make sure my face is clean, I catch a glimpse of in the mirror and it haunts me, The prospect of leaving this really daunts me, I'm now, I worry til my tummy hurts, I feel trapped, short of breath and I'm scared, It gets and I'm feeling really dizzy now, I'm on my way to school, didn't leave the house, I turn up to form, 20 late, Teachers at me! Nah not today, I'm gettin of it, this isn't my fault, I push the desk, stand up, lad I'm off, Straight to the toilets, I'm physically, I them I'm sick but no one ever listens to me, And all the call me names, say that I'm a freak, I I'm not normal. But this is me.
V3 I used to go through the routines, In a war with myself since my teens, Always to cope with my every day life, anxieties gripped, they gripped me tight, I was afraid, ashamed, never the grade, My decayed by my minds blockade, I prayed every single day but ever changed, 'Til I about the symptoms that I displayed, Every time I got it was Fight or flight, But I made the to take back my life, So now I write songs for them kids relate, For the ones who are living it, each an day, In the morning when you get up, tell your beautiful, Whether you believe it or not, yourself it's true, Get chin up kid, gotta see it thru, You can anxiety cause I kicked it too.