V1: I wake up day to the same mess, I feel and I don't wanna get dressed, I hate ever since my best friend left, I lock the bathroom and take a deep breath, morning is the same routine, I brush my teeth, make sure my is clean, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and it me, The prospect of this room really daunts me, I'm panicking now, I til my tummy hurts, I feel trapped, short of and I'm running scared, It gets 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, Teachers at me, this is just great, I bite my tongue, stay quiet, I don't fight, This is me. Welcome to my
V2 morning is the same routine, I brush my teeth, make my face is clean, I catch a glimpse of myself in the and it haunts me, The prospect of leaving room really daunts me, I'm now, I worry til my tummy hurts, I feel trapped, of breath and I'm running 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, shouting at me! Nah not today, I'm gettin sick of it, isn't my fault, I push the desk, stand up, lad I'm off, Straight to the toilets, I'm physically, I tell I'm sick but no one ever listens to me, And all the kids call me names, say I'm a freak, I I'm not normal. But this is me.
V3 I to go through the same routines, In a war with myself since my teens, Always battling to with my every day life, anxieties gripped, they gripped me tight, I was afraid, ashamed, never the grade, My existence decayed by my blockade, I prayed every day but nothing ever changed, I learnt about the symptoms that I displayed, Every time I got it was Fight or flight, But I the decision to take back my life, So now I write for them kids that relate, For the ones who are living it, an every day, In the morning when you get up, tell yourself beautiful, Whether you believe it or not, tell yourself true, Get that up kid, gotta see it thru, You can kick anxiety I kicked it too.