When I'm not sure if I'm experiencing what is going on
Chemical control keeps me from doing my worst
But this is no way to lead a life.
Thing is, my usual muse has decided to absent herself
No longer can I rely on my switch being flicked.
I know my anxiety leads me to jump to
Ridiculous conclusions, and places great stress on
Those who want to help. I'm sorry for that
But I do have things to offer a relationship
It's just that I can't relieve myself from these strangulating moods.
Well I can but that is a distance down the road yet...I think