Anxious

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Shut off the damn faucet that runs through my mind
It leaks and spews cold droplets down my spine
Loosen the clamp that's taken hold of my chest
It'll feel nice to finally take a deep breath
Erase the gauges that mar my palms
Those crescent circles certainly don't belong
And slay the sway that controls my hips
The side to side keeps me in an immobile grip

Now all that's left is to peel open my eyes
But I can't because they hold in the cry
Is it better to be left blind
Or to let the world see what's in your mind

God, I'd give anything
To be even a little bit less anxious

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