” I take a breath and breathe it out. Life has been a bitch holding onto me, I’m always freaking out. I don’t play well with others, I panic in a crowd and I’m quick to fall in love, that’s why I’m always on the ground. So pick it up. Pop the umbrella over my problems and understand I’ll never be a man until I solve ‘em. And sometimes I wish that I could go back home. Yeah crawl into my childhood dreams and be alone. And that would be everything. Just another boy left with nothing. An object of security slowly losing its stuffin’. Looking for another motherfucking chance to re-break the broken in his something. And that’s the part I’m never going to get. Growing up is more than just a mind state and owning all your debts.Blowing out the breath I don’t feel so tall so tell me how am I supposed to reach anything, anything at all. Tell me how, can I, grow to see the change in my life. I wanted to overcome the battle inside what is owed to anxiety’s hold. Is there a better way to figure it out? “