Anxiety by mstesson

I was a worried boy
Afraid to speak up, insecure
I was a lonely one
My lust for life was sometimes gone

I had that feeling for the most of my young life
I couldn't handle my anxiety
I pretty much drank my way through it
Until one day
I met you

I tried to find my way
To meet someone, someone who would stay
But when the night became day
I just ran away

I had that feeling...

And after all that I have been through
I've been rewarded finally
I wish that I could tell that young boy
It will be fine
You'll see

Oh, it's just a little anxiety...