I swear that my mind's going to be the death of me
I can't go anywhere where other people are at
Without having to walk the other way
This social anxiety is a terrible fate

I take prescriptions but they're not working anymore
Had someone asked me if I was okay
Ended up crying for 3 hours straight
Everyone still wants me to get a job

I wish I could I wish I wasn't so fucked up
My brain tells me I'm better off dead
I would die for just one day by her
I know it's all in my head but it doesn't change a thing

My brain tells me you want me dead
I want to feel that it's all okay
It's been 2 years since I've been happy I'm just melting in fear
Why did God make me so broken?