Anxiety keeps me up at night,
Depression leaves me in bed all day,
So all I wanna say to you is I'm sorry,
But my breams are bitter

I've given up on trying,
My "potential" is a curse,
Each time I try to make it,
My life only gets worse,

I'm letting down the social circle,
Analyzing my mental health,
It seams like every choice I make,
Leaves me neglected on a shelf,
So excuse me as I build up these walls...
Again

Anxiety keeps me up at night,
Depression leaves me in bed all day,
So all I wanna say to you is I'm sorry,
But my breams are bitter

Please let me let me leave-
Or let me grieve,
Let me burry myself in regret,
Or tomorrow's sorrow,
Let me forever sleep,
Or wake up late tomorrow,
At least make this choice,
Since I can't get your approval...
Just make a choice...
Please make a choice

Anxiety keeps me up at night,
Depression leaves me in bed all day,
So all I wanna say to you is I'm sorry,
But my breams are bitter...