~a song by Byron Sheen, Elly Abbott, Bella Field ~
  

Same room, but nothing's going to change
 Weekends at soccer games, now that seems so far away
 Cheering me on, even if I lose
 Mum and Dad by my side
 Holding my hand with pride
 On the family couch, we all sit together
 Even in the bad weather
 Rainy days inside
 No need to ever hide

 The pain and struggle was it worth it?
 Were my jokes and laugh really so worthless?
 
 Now I’m alone again
 Without my best friend
 Laying in my bed
 Staring at the fan
 I need some help, Talking to myself
 Trophies-standing on the shelf 
 
 Same house, but nothing seems the same
 Games become nothing, only blame
 There once was hope, not anymore
 Mum and Dad on other sides of the world
 Me holding them together
 Single seater for one
 Rainy days by myself
 Every reason to hide.
 
 Now I’m alone again
 Without my best friend
 Laying in my bed
 Staring at the fan
 I need some help, Talking to myself

 

you get upset with every little thing

every little thing that i do

you go to your mummy crying boo-hoo

at the end of the day, where did that get you?

 

A N X I E T Y (y)

A N X I E T Y (ha)

 

blonde hair, blue eyes

she looks like a clown

and she thought she wore a crown

ruined my life by bringing me down

im bringing back the breakdown

 

over protective and jealous too

i had no friends because of you

act like a child always wanna come too

sassy you nothing you said was true'

 

A N X I E T Y (y)

A N X I E T Y (ha)

 

blonde hair, blue eyes

she looks like a clown

and she thought she wore a crown

ruined my life by bringing me down

im bringing back the breakdown

 

i wonder why, she made me cry

and you see, anxiety

all my life, day and night

never free, anxiety

 

blonde hair, blue eyes

she looks like a clown

and she thought she wore a crown

ruined my life by bringing me down

im bringing back the breakdown

 

(instrumental)

 

A N X I E T Y (y)

A N X I E T Y (ha)

 

She’s alone

Vulnerable

At least that's what her mind tells her

See the streets in the day aren't as bad in the night

But the light still makes her scared of the cars that pass by

Each car

And each mind

That meets her glistening eyes

Scares her to the core

Because she's seen those things online

The men, the boys, the people her age, who simply grab what they like

and don't give a second to waste

The predators

The stalkers

The kidnappers

The ones that take because they can

So don't be like them as

They abuse the privileges they have of being a man.