It’s like every day I steady try to avoid social situations
Because I’ve got nothing to say to spark up conversations
And I can’t take it anymore and it’s all because it
Still makes me feel like I’m a motherfucking maniac in public
So I just keep to myself, and I don’t ask for help
So people probably think “He’s full of himself”
“Mr. ‘Mister superstar quick to give the cold shoulder’ ”
“Mr. ‘Mister, are you done talking yet, let’s just get it over’ “
And that is my perception of your possible inspection
that I question that brings about recollections
And then lead to random thought connections inside of my head
Then I start to hate my own reflection and realize my imperfections
So I barley feel comfortable in my own skin
In my own clothes, in my own home, even around my own kin
In my own mind…in fact the only time
I’m only comfortable is when I’m in my own rhyme
I feel twisted apart like an Oreo
And don’t you dare look me in the face and tell me not to worry, NO
I know my anxiety is unnecessary and in excess
But I can’t help it because I’m a mess

I feel sad
To the point where I can’t cope, feeling anxiety this is my last hope
I get mad
Because my feelings control me, hide me, conceal, and withhold me
Why can’t I have
What everyone else does? It only makes me more anxious and it’s all because
I feel sad
Social Anxious and Deprived of a normal life I could probably tell you what it’s like
To be sad

I could probably let you in my head
Or keep myself sealed tighter than the cellophane around a pack of Reds
Or I could sit in the corner and keep to myself quietly
And tune out anything that has to do with society
Or I could repress it, and let it build inside of me
But then I’d probably just explode violently
And fucking loose it while inside I scream
And take my psyche back to the days of Troubled Teen
To live my life in peace it’s like I’m not aloud
Because some days I still feel like the motherfucking Problem Child
And here’s one thing I don’t get
I use to think the world was Afraid of Me
but now it seems that I’m afraid of it
Shit, look what I do to me
I make myself such a mess and toy with my own emotions so brutally
So I stay away from the public eye
As an attempt to avoid the reminder that I…

Feel sad
To the point where I can’t cope, feeling anxiety this is my last hope
I get mad
Because my feelings control me, hide me, conceal, and withhold me
Why can’t I have
What everyone else does? It only makes me more anxious and it’s all because
I feel sad
Social Anxious and Deprived of a normal life I could probably tell you what it’s like
To be sad

You see, it’s kind of hard to sleep
when your head is riddled with thoughts you’re not allowed to speak about…
It’s not that you’re not allowed to speak about them
It’s about how you would go about trying to speak about them
And then it’s the courage you need to speak about them
And then it’s the person you need to tell because your task can’t be complete without them
But then that leads back to the anxiety
Like jeeze, I feel I’ve hit the bottom
I could try to explain it to you
But then I’d probably just start feeling anxious and yank this
Mike right out the stand and commence to break this
Equipment in front of me because I can’t take this
And go ape shit like “fuck this song I can’t make this”
“Turn my mike off take this session and erase it”
I wrote this song to face these issues and embrace it
Yeah, like sharing it with you was going to change it

I feel sad
To the point where I can’t cope, feeling anxiety this is my last hope
I get mad
Because my feelings control me, hide me, conceal, and withhold me
Why can’t I have
What everyone else does? It only makes me more anxious and it’s all because
I feel sad
Social Anxious and Deprived of a normal life I could probably tell you what it’s like
To be sad