Anxiety کے بول

Why is this even a thing? You lose the air you feel no thing You lost the feather from your wings You lose the touch of the stings Your head is light, your heart is lose You feel the punch, you need some booze Your soul in silence, fills the air You feel the fear tou have to bear Anxiety Why is this even a thing? You lose the air you feel no thing You lost the feather from your wings You lose the touch of the stings You can't get up You can't look straight You can't find Hope Is this my fate? Anxiety