Charlemagne - Social Anxiety lyrics

[Chorus] (x2) Another night slips away In other words I should say There are no words you should say There are no words [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 [Chorus] (x2) [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] (x4)