Watch the worst case scenario
get worse and worse
As the evening that becomes a weekend
spirals to a week
I've got some little thing
I've pounced on once again
and blown out of proportion
and rendered unrecognizable
The danger is slightly plausible
that's all I need
and no amount of sense or soul dissection
seems to make a difference
I get paranoid about shit all the time
I desperately need a cure that isn't time
There's no reality, the worries are all mine
I wonder what I can do except wait sometimes
Cause I can't keep living like this
Worries build on stress
and soon enough I'm shaking,
throwing up and clawing my skin
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