About the anxiety I feel.
I guess it's impossible to really judge,
The opinions of other people.
It's in my nature to get depressed for no reason,
Though reasons are never in short supply,
Just like the oil in the ground causing so much heartache,
It's at a dear cost to buy.
And I don't wish for things to be any different,
It's just scary sometimes how far I've gone,
Down one particular path, passing all others,
But that's better than going down none.
And it's alright,
I won't say that the grass is always greener,
But it does always seem that you'd know everything,
In a situation other than the one in which you are.
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