St. Catharines Psychiatric Help Line, this is Nancy.

I'm sure this is going to sound very ridiculous and uh... I don't exactly expect anyone to believe all this. Uh... for the last little while I've been kinda keeping correspondence with my sanity for a while, and uhh… I really get the feeling that I’m starting to lose interest in the letter writing process. The pieces of the letters, they just get progressively shorter and shorter until it’s not even a reply. I uhh... the whole thing makes me really nervous. I just wish I could show you what a huge problem this is.

 As life hangs beside me
 I gather all that I can
 You were never one for confrontation
 But now it lies all in your hands

 Your hands...

 I kind of have this... Really terrible habit of asking myself all these stupid questions, right? Like what if uhh… what if there's a spot on my body that I can touch to stop my heart from beating? or like what if, what if there's this uhh... stray bullet out there that’s [bad word] through my window and take me out? like what if uhh... what if there's this huge [bad word] that’s just gonna like, destroy the earth and all of us? Like what... what if that’s happening right now? How can I avoid all these questions if I don't have that? Like, who is gonna be here? Why... who is gonna be there... in the hospital? Who is gonna tell me that all this is [bad word] .. its a dream? Just a dream.This is not a joke. And uhh... i'll never sleep.

 Who will be there to tell me how stupid I am?
 Who will be there to tell me how stupid I am?
 Who will be there to tell me how stupid I am?
 Who will be there to tell me how stupid I am?

 Who will keep me from lashing out? (lashing out)
 Anxiety chokes me like razor wire (razor wire)
 Who will keep me from lashing out? (lashing out)
 Anxiety chokes me like razor wire (razor wire)

 Now it's all in your hands, in your hands [x4]

 (Anxiety chokes me like razor wire)

 Anxiety chokes me like razor wire, razor wire...