Anxiety
Both of these can overwhelm
They can do 3 things
And these things contradict
But they still push
They make us want to ether puke, cry, or sleep
Choose one, life says
Yet
They accomplish nothing
Nothing disappears
Separation
I feel it
We talk about the golden years
Like we said we would
And now
When we confront
We feel the separation
We don't even talk normally
Well, at least I can't even talk normally
We just feel that damn separation
I said how I never had a right hand man
and you said, I stole the words from your mouth
Yet we never realized our destiny
Separation
It makes me want to cry
It makes me want to puke
It makes me want to sleep
Maybe that's what is causing my anxiety and stress
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