Anxiety Strings

Seven Forty am I walked through the door In the morning hours It felt than hope It's when anxiety takes over And I wanna feel good It's when I still give fucks How people had me understood I would have known it's not my cup of tea Sometimes reality isn't what i can clearly see Sometimes I could just stop thinking But instead thoughts would line me up I could not help screaming when I can't just scream here up It's so wierd I'm feeling bad when I'm feeling bad for feeling bad It's so unreal I wanna be happy when I'm happy not being happy It's so complicated It's all just strangled In scarlet strings How much more can It scramble