Anxiety and worry
Holding up my story
No guts, no glory
Always feeling sorry
For myself
Putting my dreams on a shelf
Leading me to hate myself
Thinking must become bright
Giving me the will to fight
Then I will delight
Accomplishments made
Troubles will start to fade
Ending this desperate charade
Holding up my story
No guts, no glory
Always feeling sorry
For myself
Putting my dreams on a shelf
Leading me to hate myself
Thinking must become bright
Giving me the will to fight
Then I will delight
Accomplishments made
Troubles will start to fade
Ending this desperate charade
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