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I got anxiety, please don't bother me I deal with it quietly until the demons swallow me My therapist is telling me I probably should stop My dreams turned dark once I got to the top Wake up in a panic on the phone with the doc He writes another script, another pill I can pop And it's hard to diagnose if you don't know what I got I know the end is coming soon, I think about it a lot From Letras Mania