Anxiety, you’re an asshole. You don’t give me comfort and I’d rather see you go but you don’t. You’re trying to find happiness clinging to me? We’ll you can’t have it, it’s mine now and I refuse to hand it over. Who are you? To alter my life like it’s your own. We’ll I’ve had it, I’m about to let go of everything you’ve ever known. Why? Cause I don’t need you anymore anxiety, you’re tragic. Everywhere you go, you go bringing havoc. I’m done anxiety, trying to see while you blind me in the night with your fears. I won’t shed no more tears cause I ain’t scared. You’re trying to make me sad again. I won’t let you take all that I’ve got again. You’re worthless. You don’t do anything but bring others down to roll around in your pain. I don’t need it. So anxiety all I’m saying is you’re getting evicted. See you never, cause you aren’t coming back with a thousand shards of glass at my neck, expecting me to fall on my knees and take you back.