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letra de social anxiety - concept residue

[verse 1]
doc, am i hopeless don’t lie to me?
why do i need all these potions inside of me?
hopeful i try to be, day in and day out
total and finally craving a way out
vocal in privacy, yes i can be
but social anxiety messes with me
it is upsetting see, to talk to a friend
but your brain sees a plank you must walk to the end
my thoughts clearly are lost to a trend
of panic, not planned, it is ought to be mend
and i’ve got to resend, a signal to my brain
to let it know it don’t gotta deal with the pain
i just wanna hang out sometimes
only feel free though when i shout some rhymes
and i doubt sun shines, onto the stage
but it seems so cause i can respond as a sage
peace, how i respond to the fear
focus on the words, nerves gone when they’re near
and i’m strong to be here
college is tough, for those who carry a collage of stuff
and i am often gruff, when dealing with myself
but it damages, rather than healing up my health
so i turn that thought and i let it be
and then the word i jot and i set it free
you see it’s best to be, able to cope
so i grip the pen like it’s maybe a rope

[verse 2]
maybe a rope and i’ll be saving a hope that i get yanked up soon
but ‘till then, safety is a cranked up tune
and i have thanked the moon when the evening hits
cause sleep helps postpone the weeping fits
and i am seeing its clear deception
the feel of walking round with a weird expression
though what the mirror shows is a clear reflection
distorted by my own brain’s mere perception
do i fear rejection? is that the root?
or is my cortisol just fast to shoot?
and am i cast a mute? no never
cause the thoughts are blocked when i talked so clever
but when my speaking is over, i’ll be tweaking my shoulder
cause i’ll focus on the feelings and they’re freakishly colder
it’s like they’re heaving a boulder of pure ice
right onto my chest, i guess it’s sure nice
thoughts crawl my head as if they were lice
feels like everyone is aware of your vice
but the thoughts are an illusion, panic inducing
puts on pounds of pressure if it senses that it’s losing
uh, senses that it’s losing

[chorus]
another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words you should say
there are no words
another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words you should say
there are no words
another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words you should say
there are no words
another night slips away
in other words i should say
there are no words you should say
there are no words

- concept residue

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