Anxiety, My Enemy.
Anxiety grabbed a hold of me
I was only sixteen
It tried to destroy me
and then it shaped me in to who I was supposed to be
Without these struggles, I could have never known
The love that I deserved to be shown
Hold me tight and tell me everything is gonna be alright
These never ending worries keep me up at night
Anxiety, you were my worst enemy
But now you are behind me
In my rear view mirror, you are shown
And I am the best me I have ever known
My racing thoughts and racing heart
Always trying to tear me apart
I have to say thank you to my worst foe
Because at the end of every storm is a rainbow
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