I am haunted by the workings of my mind Facing crowded rooms anxieties of mine Taking hold, making me feel like I'm worthless But every day that I move forward I am making strides to turn this I want to stop running from the things that tear me apart, because I'm so fed up With living life like its this futile thing The worlds in front of me Fantasizing of a day that it should end To breathe my final breath and never speak again A selfish thought, but I think everyone has thought it Even still I'd like to say that I just faced my day and made it through it Chorus Never looking towards the bright side Worrying myself to sickness When I know it's not that bad, and I know that I can beat this Chorus