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Yeah, I know I have to get my "shit" straight

before it's gets to late

but it's hard when you start to hyperventilate,

trying to battle this anxiety silently

signs of depression are starting to kick in

I wish I was eight

when all I did was skate

didn't worry about making mistakes

not worrying about staying in shape

Now all I need is a way to escape

and that is something I haven't been able to faced

my life has been misplaced

and the after taste will never be erased

it will forever remain taunting me