Anxiety inside of me, I'm starting to bust. Friends turn foe so easily, I need someone to [bad word] [bad word]  Can't you see I need room to breathe and space is a must? Everything I know to be [bad word] to dust. I can't stop this, it's beyond me. I have tried, are you not listening? Reality and what's "real to me" is what I cannot separate. Choosing one over the other is the reason why I'm late. window of opportunity smashed to bits and worthless to me. Constant inconsistency- my only consistency. So much wisdom in pain, so many lessons in hurt. You learn from a loss so I'll take on your worst. Nothing can hit harder than my own regret so I live with what I've done and know that I can't forget.