Wake up in the middle of the night
Cornered by casual every day fright 
Fighting paranoia by the daily 
Tell me my love do you feel it? 

The dirty hands touching 
The dark eyes watching 
Fearing for my life, every night
Cornered by apathy and then 
I fight or flight 

Anxiety and depression 
My psychiatrist says it's a mixed disorder 
Another assessment, another session
My mind is collecting folders 
Xanax and ariply, now I feel like I can fly
Until the day I ing die 

Mixing in between 
Every professional in town 
I dislike all of them, really no one seems 
To understand what goes around 
In my head, I feel dead, can't think ahead
And it's all going down 

I feel like I'm going crazy 
As if I wasn't before 
They always leave me hanging 
Lingering, wanting more 
Than I can afford 

Anxiety and depression  
My psychiatrist says it's a mixed disorder  
Another assessment, another session 
My mind is collecting folders  
Xanax and ariply, now I feel like I can fly 
Until the day I ing die